4 kids…5 sports each…15 years of games…you do the math

4 kids…5 sports each…15 years of games…you do the math

Forty-five and I still get pimples.  Really?  I somehow escaped getting those in high school and college.  Occasionally, one would pop up on my face in my teens.  At which point, my friends had no problem announcing to everyone that I had a zit.  I can’t complain.  Nothing and I mean nothing is normal about…