Dear Skin, I know it's a lot to ask after three decades, but now would be a good time to thicken a bit. You see, I've recently started a blog called ILI. And blogging = putting a small percentage of myself and my words out there. And many people out there like it, but some people seem to hate it and me and everything I have to say. These people love to point out just how my elite education has failed me. They love to point out the typos. And I am expert at pretending that these things, these odd, but pointed jabs of criticism don't faze me, but the truth is they do. I get sad. And I complain to Husband. And sometimes I even cry. And then I buck up and console myself with a string of good well-worn cliches. Like it's all par for the course. It comes with the territory. Yada yada yada. I tell myself to grow a thick skin. But you don't seem to listen. I will give you some time. If you could fatten up by next summer when BLACKBERRY GIRL is released, that would be fine. And if you want to learn how to tan too, I wouldn't object.
P.S. Congrats on being the largest organ! Nice work.