I've been snipped!

No, not that kind of snipped. My dermatologist took a biopsy sample from just south of my navel. Ah, the joys of growing up fair-skinned in '70s and '80s Florida. Two stitches later, I can't ride my bike until Friday. I assume, though, that if it was really alarming she would have gotten it last time or the time before.

And that impromptu photo meme? Forget it. I have what I think is a huge bug bite on my forehead, in addition to the usual daytime butchiness.