(a) Skin cancer runs like wildfire in our family. We're a cancerous lot, on both sides.
(b) Apparently it is not helping my looks, which need all the help they can get
(c) I am told it will also continue to grow until it takes over my face and eats my eyeballs or something equally frightening. *yawn*
But she is worried because it will leave a scar.
I told her I didn't care. Mistake.
Apparently not caring about scars (specially prominent ones on your face) is a sign of low self-esteem!
Oh, how observant my mommy is. Well, actually, I don't blame her at all. We don't discuss anything that would give her any sort of insight into my self-loathing-ness, and she doesn't know of this journal's existence, or ML's existence, and I have avoided purposely showing her any of my artwork (and REALLY avoided showing her any written stuff) for years now. So she really has no idea why I laugh so damn hard every time she says that...
But it still amuses me to no end.