Swee’Pea woke up yesterday with the biggest pimple known to mankind on her cheek. And when I say big, I mean hugantic. Ginormous. Big.

It was so big it had it’s own moons orbiting around it. It was so big that on two separate occasions I mistook it for Ruben Studdard. It was so big that the paparazzi showed up thinking it was Paris Hilton’s ego.

Now if this is a sneak peek into poor little Swee’Pea’s dermatological future, we’d better start stocking up on benzoyl peroxide.

On a positive note, she woke up this morning and it has gotten quite a bit smaller. In fact, I received a notice from the International Astronomical Union saying they were downgrading her pimple and it would no longer be recognized as a planet. Well, that’s a relief.