the randomness such is life

So yesterday I got to experience the magical mystery that is the dermatologist. I've had this fishy thing on my arm for (ahem) years, and I guess with baby here and all and the fact that I can't imagine not being here for her, I thought that I should be the responsible nurse that I am and get the thing checked out. So I'm in said dermatologist's clinic and as soon as I told them that my father had melanoma I earned me a one way ticket to hospital gown "full body check" land. Fine. I'm a big girl; I can handle this. So in walks hotty dermatological intern. Great. I don't even like showing every inch of skin to Mike. So hotty checks me out. But apparently he's not the end all know all so in walks the actual doctor, and with her? Oh 3 med students. Fun! Let's all look at my butt now shall we? Anyway, turns out I have a little precancerous thingy on my face that they say is no big deal they can freeze it off. So here comes hotty again coming at me with this blow torch thingy and mind you we have an audience as he shoots my cheek with liquid nitrogen leaving me with this blemish the size of Texas that he promises will go away. Oofta.

So later in the evening I go in to nurse the baby, come back out into the living room and Mike has a black mustache. Black. Ok there's no surprise that he's decided to go with the 'stache because the man loves to play with his facial hair but apparently today he thought he'd go the extra mile and paint his stache with my mascara. Black, folks. Tom Selleck but darker. OMG!


And then there's my dear sweet brother whom I absolutely love if not for his fine intellect then his oh so wierd and similar sense of humor. As any facebook friend of mine knows my profile picture is this:



But now we have this:




And that's all I got.