circa 80s ... ya think?
Earlier on this day, before we "styled" the bangs in this picture, we probably sprayed them w/ lemon juice while laying atop a roof on something akin to aluminum foil all the while slathering our bodies w/ baby oil ... or, heck, maybe even Wesson.
I'm sorry our teenage stupidity caused you such heartache (and body ache) this past year. Thankfully, all that's left of that nasty disease in your life are the lessons that we have learned. (Cancer treatments, weekly and daily shots, worry, sadness ... ALL a thing of the past. We REALLY need to toast that!! Let's put on big hats, SPF, and order extra salt on our 'ritas.)
The boys and I were "scanned" by a dermatologist today. They, for benchmark measurements of their baby-sized freckles and moles to keep 'em in check and make sure the spots don't grow big and ugly enough to sit up and cuss. (And a stern warning not to "fight w/ your mother" when she tells you to put on sunscreen.) Me, to check AGAIN and every year for any damage those rooftop broiling sessions may have caused.
We've learned. And we're smarter now. And we're proud of you ...
