Can we be living with a nose made of paper mache?

When M. gets the inevitable spot on one of his shirts or a rip in his pants, I get sad.

I try not to get sad, but I do. I now feel that his clothes are my clothes, so I react in kind. I'm really working on it though, because my reaction affects him so much. And we can always get another pair of pants, right?

When we first met, his entire wardrobe was business casual--every day. No weekend clothes, no sneakers, no shorts, no hats, no sunglasses--just long sleeved button up shirts and pleated slacks with work shoes--on Saturday, in the dead of summer.

I'm married to a man that spends practically no money on himself. He occasionally buys books, but never, and I repeat, never a stitch of clothing. (I did convince him to buy a pair of classic, blue, lace-up Vans which he wore into oblivion and he did buy his wedding suit...okay, never say never.)

He's such a perfect person to dress, in that he really has great proportions and height and he will wear whatever I buy for him. (Plus, he is so cute and has no ego when it comes to how he looks.)

So I started buying for him and along with buying for him I started pampering him: manicures, pedicures, facials and massages all given by me. He loves it.

But perhaps he doesn't love being under the microscope that is my eye. I notice every speck, every fray, every stray hair and I take care of those things too. Which is why I am now going to rave about Biore Deep Cleansing Pore Strips, $6.99 at http://www.walgreens.com/. I have been using them on M. for about a month, once per week and they really work! Just wash your face, leave your nose extra wet and apply the strip. Let it dry to the consistency of paper mache and then, let 'er rip. Carefully, of course.
Then marvel at your smooth, poreless nose.

M. is a well groomed man and he has beautiful skin, now, even more so!

What a sweetie.