Last night at Jazzercise - yes there's a Jazz site just 2.5 miles away - I was reminded of my alien abduction experience. I was standing behind a woman who had moles (or whoknowswhat) on her legs. There was one on the back of each of her calves - in exactly the same place. Weird, eh? Well, let me tell you a little story about me. Cuz, it's my blog and it's always all about me, right?
Several years ago I went to see a local surgeon to have some things (2) removed from my back. I say things because they were kind of weird looking and were located exactly opposite from one another, just below my bra line.
I didn't want to get all cancer-obsessed so I convinced myself that a ship from another planet had landed in my yard and a spooky skinny dude with huge eyes had put me into a coma-like state and then pulled out what looked like those big ass ice tongs that they use to move blocks of ice. He/she/it then used those tongs to pick me up (hence those things on my back) and put me into the ship. Who knows what happened after that but I seem to be drawn to spooky, skinny dudes with big eyes ever since - and there aren't a lot of them around.
So, to put my mind at ease I went to see a doctor. She excised the things and sent them off to be analyzed. I waited for what felt like forever (2 days) for the results. She called - OLD SKIN was the diagnosis.
Really? Does that mean I have to stop telling the story of my alien abduction? Oh, hell, no. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.