1. The idea that one day there might not hair on my head any more.
2. Anything that involves or could lead to my chipping a tooth (this is pretty much the thing that keeps me off track bikes and from Ultimate Fighting).
3. The thought that one day I might be “the wacky uncle,” pulling coins from behind children’s ears and whatnot. You know, that guy.
Until today, with the exception of my highly clogged drain, none of the above seemed overly likely. But thanks to the picture above, I’m probably going to spend my weekend learning to twist balloons. Thanks to Mike Arauz for sending this in; this will double my wacky score, half my dignity, and make the now-likely “uncle” scenario that much more creepy.