My boobs have been through a lot today. First, they were rudely thrust into a bra without the courtesy of a shower. Then, they were cruelly ripped from the nice, warm bra in which they had just become comfortable and put in an extremely unflattering front-tie hospital gown meant for someone a good 3 sizes larger. THEN, they were manipulated and moved around by a very nice radiology tech and squished between 2 large plates and exposed to radiation. Twice for each one!
They lost consciousness after this, only to awaken and find themselves strapped into a jog bra, bouncing in a most un-lady-like fashion down the hike and bike trail. I'm afraid I'll wake up tomorrow with a note pinned to my recently vacated breastbone, which reads "Left you for a less paranoid, less active sternum."
So yes, mammogram, work, run, now home. Am lying on the floor, digesting a kidney bean and couscous concoction, drinking a nice glass of red wine and half listening the the Hubble telescope program that Jef is watching.
The stupid cat came home yesterday. Kids* and Jef got home from a gift card-enable Starbuck's spree and thought they heard a cat outside. Sure enough, it was
So yes - my boobs have been very busy (and are quite possibly planning a revolution) and the cat came back. That about sums up my day.
I got nothing but more wine and a dirty kitchen - y'all have fun.
*Almost forgot the footnote! Kids do not equal Kiddo and Stepson - it equals Kiddo, Stifler (one of kiddo's friends) and boyfriend. Good kids, if perhaps a little....ever-fucking-present. Sigh.
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