BERNIE MADOFF WOULD HAVE FOUND A WAY TO MAKE MONEY WITH IT

We were invited to a Saturday night family wedding. On the previous Monday I had scratched my nose; I thought it would be healed by Saturday, but NOOOOOOOO. Location: the center of the most prominent part of my not-button Semitic nose. The scratch wasn't completely healed, and my makeup didn’t do what I wanted it to do, so I went next door to try my neighbor's. She (and her visiting sister, too) said not to use any makeup because the scratch was practically invisible. Jay said he didn't even notice it until I pointed it out; he said, "Stop it already; no one could possibly see the scratch." At the wedding, the first person I saw was my son Noah, who’s 35. He said, "Jeez! Mom! What did you do to your nose?" — and four people heard him and came over to inspect. If it was as bad as THAT, we should've been eligible to park in the handicap slot.