Rogue Bean

It's so lovely to come home. Familiar surroundings...family...relaxation...trees. Just lovely. Mom cooks dinner every night! Tonight? Black bean quesadillas. Delish, those quesadillas. I was chewing away happily when-

Mom: You have black bean on your face.

Me: [frantically swiping at face with napkin]

Mom: Over. No, over. No....go right.

Me: [now making bold sweeps at face, forehead, shoulders. Where was that bean?]

Mom: It's up....right there! Oh. [frowns]

Me: Did I get it?

Mom: [glances down at plate] It's a zit.

Oh, well that's just great. My acne has advanced to the critical "black bean-esque" stage. I swear, it really doesn't look that bad. And if it does, I'll be the one with the veil at the beach next week.