I'm a Poster Child
I've been called many things in my life.
Some have been flattering... and let's just say that some have not.
However, I was called something new today.
And I wouldn't call it exactly flattering either.
For the first time...
I was called...
"The Poster Child for Skin Cancer."
Isn't that nice?
Well, it's not as bad as it sounds. Today I saw a dermatologist in order to check out a spot on my nose, because I was sent there by my family doctor who I was sent to by my wife, who wanted someone to look at the spot on my nose. Crystal clear?
Anyway, during my conversation with this dermatologist, he referred to me as the poster child for skin cancer, because of my fair complexion, my red hair, my blue eyes, and the fact that I grew up in a time before sunscreen was used as readily as it is now.
But the fact is, the spot on my nose is something that he's confident is nothing to worry about, but he zapped it with liquid nitrogen anyway, just on the off chance that he might be wrong. That's the kind of thing I like to hear.
So now I can be the poster child for something else instead. Disarmining masculinity? Style over substance? Arrested development?
OK well I don't know.
But on another topic, for those of us who care...
TWO HOURS OF '24' TONIGHT! WHOO-HOO!!