COLD AVENGER strikes again!

So remember the Darth Vader mask that David got me – to help with my winter angina?

We have gone for several walks where I put the sucker on – much to David’s amusement and the perplexity of onlookers.

“They are all staring at me!!”

“That’s because they want your autograph.”

“Because why?”

“Because they think you are Bane from the Batman movies.”

“Har-dee-freaking-har!”

I am a dufus in this mask.  I mean, more so than usual, even.  Except now I can’t ever go into a bank without the security guards wrestling me to the floor.

But worse than ALL of that?  I now have all this dry scaly skin around my mouth from all the recycled sweaty air that I keep circulating.  I have to lube my face when I wear the mask!!!   I have to put vaseline all over my mouthal region when I wear this!  Fine when I’m wearing it and don’t plan on having to take it off to talk to anyone… but if I run into someone I know, or I’m running errands, I have to take it off and I  look like I have taken a glazed donut and rubbed it all over my lower face.  Basically, I look like a tall toddler with a vicious head cold.

I’m thinking I can live with the chest pain.