Happy Holidays! I hope the
So I didn’t hear anything today, but spent a good bit more time googling, as a result of which I now own about fifty dollars worth of heavy-duty sunblock. And a new hat.
The upshot of all of this is that the chances of a kiddo between 10 and 14 getting melanoma is like 4 in a million, and there aren’t even numbers for kids younger than that, so I’m being completely and entirely irrational.
That being said, I am still a bit on the apprehensive side. Okay, more than a bit on the apprehensive side.
Off to take a valium now. Wait, we don’t have any valium. Shoot. What I need is a cozy, and maybe some chamomile tea. And perhaps a frontal lobotomy.
Is there such a thing as a worry gene? Because I think I got it…