Mole #2

The post below has some pictures of what I received in the mail. My father, the giving man that he is, had been asking me if my mail was slow, had I checked it lately, had I received anything of note. He seemed a tad irritable, when I told him, I hadn't been checking the mail. I could hear some disappointment in his voice. "You need to check your mail". I had not been paying attention to the mail, and finally waddled down to the post office, and what I opened was such a "treat". Yes, it was a letter from my mother, and with an added bonus, a mole from my father. Affixed strongly to the duct tape, and sealed with a layer or two of Saran Wrap, I was the proud new owner of a mole. This will go into my collection, of things that I have, kids hair, teeth, Adam's long ponytail (and other extras). . . all squirreled away in a secret drawer. This is not the first time someone in my family has received a mole in the mail. If I remember correctly, my Nana, had given some sound advice on removing a mole by tying a thread around the base, and letting it die off. Months later, she received an envelope from England, which contained only the thread and a shriveled piece of crisp. She was mortified. But, back to my new addition. It must have been a hairy nevus, sumptuous and bulbous, that was removed. I showed it to my sister in law who happens to be a Naturopath, and she was horrified at the removal method consisting of merely duct tape / gaffer tape and pure brute strength, as my father had a friend help him in the removal. I am picturing the accomplice's foot on my father's back, yanking. Yes, my family is quirky, but man, are they ever funny. Thanks Dad. Hey, and if I ever need to clone you, if your beard doesn't work, I can always resort to the mole!