Finally, a valid excuse not to wear pants
I've had a skin tag that's been bothering me for the last two or three weeks so I made an appointment to see my doc. It was a quick procedure -- I waited five or six times as long to see him as I spent seeing him -- swab, snip, bleed, bleed, bleed.
The part that sucks is that the tag was on my belt line so that when I sat down or did anything that required me to move at the waist it rubbed the wound. Which sucked. And hurt. A lot. So now I have a legitimate excuse to not wear pants until it scabs over a little.
If you know me, and because you're reading this you do, you know that any excuse not to wear pants is a good one with me.