A few weeks ago I told you about having sun damage removed from my precious cheeks. One of the areas was deemed abnormal, so I went back today to have the larger biopsy done. Wow. When Mike the Cat became Mike the Toothless Cat, I provided him with a cover story. The bar-fight-in-Tijuana story is always a good one to fall back on. I may have to reclaim it from him. Or I’ll have to tell folks that I was really at a MMA Championship last weekend and totally kicked the other chick’s butt. Or I’m a super spy and the data chip holding international secrets was hidden in my cheek. (You didn’t really think that was fat, did you?) Either way, I’m left contemplating the changing landscape of my face. Once again, I should have listened to my mother. I should have worn a hat. I should have reapplied that sunscreen. I should have avoided going out in the heat of the day. She has a pretty good case for an I-told-you-so. And now I’m going to nag you like a momma: Get a skin cancer screening, please. Do it for yourself. Do it for your family. Do it for your cute little pudgy cheeks.