Hey there, people on the World Wide Web! I hope you are all busy having the Valentine Sex right now, ‘cause I sure am not.

However, when y’all are done with the sexing, here is some good post coital news for you: the mole they shaved off my leg last week? BENIGN! I don’t have the skin cancer!

Woooo! doesn’t quite cover it.

Actually, when I called doctor’s office today, after I found out the good news, the nurse-lady said it was actually probably a wart or something. Which you know, on one hand EWWWWWW, but on the other… YEA! No melanoma!

And now that I have relief and hindsight on my side, I can honestly say I really wish I would have had this done earlier.

Because not only is it a good idea but mostly, I could have had a little more time to work on the Valentine Sex. You know something like, “Hey there fellas, got that possibly-melanoma-ridden-moley-wart-type-thing surgically shaved off my leg. It’s gone and I am all healed up. Want to see the scar? No? Okay, how about some sex?”

Hot. I know. You totally want to date me.

p.s. Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou to all of you nice people who nicely dealt with last week’s super-freak out regarding this whole deal and said very nice things to help me calm down and everything. Really, you are the best.