I don't know what it is about that whole skin picking sensation. I love it. My poor hubby found out just how much on our honeymoon when he got a bit burned and peeled. Ahh....peel. I could literally sit for hours picking off all the little flaky bits of skin on his back and shoulders. He found it a bit gross but gave up in the end as I picked at him every time I sat with him or he walked past (not in public I hasten to add). May as well sit down, grab a beer and let your monkey wife pick away!
I wondered yesterday, as I sat in the bath for about an hour picking off every tiny bit of the face mask I had put on - am I the only one like this? Do I have a few too many old primate cells whizzing about my person? What is it about skin picking that is so delightful and relaxing to me. Anyone? Anyone...? Coo-eee...anyone there still?