Chicken butt!

Did you know you can get skin cancer where the sun ain't never shone? Well, you can. So get checked *all over* by your dermatologist. I had a beauty mark in a very, very special place that was biopsied and proved to be precancerous and had to be cut out. Ow. I'm waddling a bit, and way behind on everything I need to do since I'm hobbled and doped, but I'm recovering, thanks in large part to this very special CARE package from my friend Pat.

Here's the acronym explained.

And here are its contents.

What a dear friend. Now I'm on the mend.

Cheryl threw another fabulous Tacky Christmas Party. Everybody went all out on tacky get ups and tacky gifts. Here I am with the Professor, aglow in our tacky finery.

Here's our fabulous hostess and the fabulous Anne Marie. Soooo Tacky!!!

The highlight of the evening was the gift exchange. Here we are in anticipation.

Beth got a candle and Chip got a pole-dancer alarm clock!

I stole this awesome alarm clock from Alison. It crows serious business.

Carrie almost took home this chip and dip.

But then Jacob convinced her to open this instead, the tackiest gift of all, Percy the Puny Petunia, who sings a song about his puniness.

It was a very fun night. There were lots of pictures too. Thanks so much, Cheryl! I wish you all a very tacky holiday!