My husband is really, really good at fixing things. It is rare that we have to call in the help of a professional, but every so often we do. Like in the following situation.
Me: I can’t wait to get this mole removed.
My husband: I can take care of that for you.
Me: Thanks, but I think I’m gonna leave this to a trained professional (aka, “my dermatologist”).
My husband: Oh, what, like you think she took a class in “Removing Funny Things From People’s Bodies”?
Me: Yeah, actually I do. LOTS, as a matter of fact.