Today I am seriously regretting the baby oil and aluminum foil covered record albums. I’m kicking myself for the years of burning and peeling and sun worshipping. Because today marks the beginning of the paybacks.

I’m headed to the plastic surgeon to have two moles removed because the biopsies came back “funny.” One is on my belly button (a holdover from the bikini days) and the other on the top of my foot (years of flip flop wearing). Guess that might put a cramp in my running for a few days.

And for the past two weeks, I’ve been applying a toxic cream to my nose to treat some sort of pre-cancer cells. It’s red and raw and makes me look like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. It’s not a pretty sight and feels pretty awful, too.

So if my kids thought I was anal about sun block before, they are in for a surprise. This is going to be the year of slather.

For all of us.