Stitches, bitches

So this pirate walks into a bar and takes a stool. He has a big ship wheel mounted on his lap. The bartender serves the buccaneer, trying not to mention his wooden boat fixture. But after the knobs knock over a few drinks and poke a couple other customers, the bartender's curiosity finally gets the best of him and he says, "So what's with the wheel on your crotch?" The pirate looks him in the eye and says, "Argh! It's driving me nuts."


Likewise, the stitches on the side of my face have become a real drag. They itch like crazy, although I've been pretty good about not touching/irritating them. From afar, they look like a parasitic bug or hairy scab. The dermatologist clips them off tomorrow morning. I hope that it heals up as promised--leaving a little white line--and not a big kiloid.