TAG! You're IT!

I pulled this little tiny skin tag off my neck the other day. Don't worry, I'm ok. It didn't have a warning lable on it like pillows and mattresses do, but it did bleed like a mo'fo'. So now every time I'm bored or nervous instead of biting my nails or pulling my hangnails, I pick my skin tag scab. A few days ago I thought it best to let it heal to prevent it from turning into a giant neck tumor. I put a band aid over it, and tried to play it off like I was covering a hickey, but then everyone pointed and laughed and was like "you with a hickey, get real." When I pulled the band-aid off, the skin tag had turned into a button! For cryin' out loud! It looks like I have a dog nipple on my neck! The new look of the "button" made me so nervous I started picking it off again. I seriously would rather it turn into a tumor than have a dog nipple sticking out. I mean, I'd rather not be lying on the floor when suddenly the neighborhood puppies come barging in to suckle on my neck. Also, if it turns into a tumor it's covered by my insurance, otherwise having it removed would be cosmetic. Oh, I'm probably exaggerating, ya know, making a mountain out of a "mole" hill.