That terrible annula day had arrived, burning day. Yes, that day, one time a year, since I turned 30 that I go to the dermatologist and get them to burn off all of the many terrible defects on my pail red headed person skin. My purpose of sharing these images, is to acknowledge and  explain that when you see me covered in pock marks, they that I am fine, and I am not dying of the plague.

You wouldn’t see this one, but it is fully impressive.

They will be all over my face, hands, etc.

I should be right as rain in a few weeks. All in an effort to not get skin cancer.