Apparently I'm doomed to be an old woman with moles all over her face! Uh hu! I went to the dermatologist today to have a mole that looked funny on my back looked at. She thought it looked funny to so she took a razor blade and cut the son-of-a-bitch off. I pointed out some age-spots on my face that I wanted her to zap and she informed me they were in fact the beginnings of moles. On my face! 12 of them! Can you say WTF? I can. What. The. Fuck!?!? She flash froze them so after they swell up, scab up, and fall off, I'll be mole-free. That should make for some great photos for Asher's birthday party on Saturday. Then I had my second tattoo removal session. Not 14 shots to numb me up this time. 16. Sixteen! That sucked. The price of beauty I guess.