it’s a tick…
it’s a tumor…
it’s a tick….
it’s a tumor…
it’s a tick…
it’s a tumor…
it’s a tick…

embarrassing to flash my nipple on the internet?’

not nearly as embarrassing if I confessed just how long I sat there paralyzed this morning with coffee, fingering the unidentified lump in my armpit too scared to get up and check it in the mirror.

notes:
1. Don’t eat a granola bar in the middle of the night… or.. if you do… don’t do so in bed.

2. Terms of Endearment scarred me for life.