A normal day

Imparted the experience of my day to good friend Laura, including description of the very-expensive ice cream I bought just for her at the Farmer's Market and the flourishing of a rare zit that began Friday.

The ice cream made her intrigued, the zit turned her on.

I jest not. To wit, the conversations:

Ice cream
Me: "I bought you some very expensive ice cream today."
Laura: "Oh dear. How expensive was it?" [Am sure she was remembering the other very expensive ice cream I bought to feed her pre-, during and post-pregnancy habit which turned out to be awful]
Me: "This is great. It's spicy chocolate — real cream, real chocolate and full on spice."
Laura: "I do like spicy chocolate. So they were not shy about the spice?"
Me: "Absolutely not. Like a wall of spice. Tried some and knew you'd love it."
Laura: "NIiice."
Me: "Almost bought you the avocado lime ice cream, but then tried the chocolate and knew you'd kill me if I did not bring it to you."
Laura: "I have eaten two whole avocadoes in as many days - is that wrong?"

Zit
Me: "So that zit on the end of my nose has gotten bigger."
Laura: "Well I saw the beginning of it Friday, I can imagine where it was going to go."
Me: "Yeah. It's got a white head but is ...."
Laura: "Arrrrgh. White head? When are you coming over."
Me:" Ohhh I am *so* not coming over. You are getting nowhere near this thing. Sides, it's too deep to pop yet."
Laura: "But I am so good at coaxing them out..."
Me: " I do not care. It hurts. It hurts a lot. Even when someone looks at it, it hurts. The very pressure of their gaze ... "
Laura: "Good thing you are not dramatic at all. I'll take care of it for you. Won't hurt at all. "
Me: "Pffft. No. Give it up. Problem is, I do not really know how to deal with these things. It's almost a textbook zit now, with a perfect red ring around it a deep, white head ..."
Laura: "Oh my god that sounds glorious. You're killing me. This is like porn."
Me: "You are so weird."