About two posts down, I basically said something to my New Ex along the lines of, "I hope a pimple the size of Dante's Peak grows on your nose and obscures your face."
In a cruel and coincedental twist of fate, me, Peas on Toast, has a pimple the size of the Matterhorn growing on on the left side of my nose, turning me into the pictureque muse of a deformed unicorn.
Moral of the story? Don't do what I did. Because it comes back to haunt you tenfold.
Make-up won't even hide this baby.