But I was out gettin' my boobs photographed!!
Mammogram time....and it wasn't the best time.
The Tech asked me if they were tender.
"Well, Sister let me tell you. They are 15 times their normal size and they hurt when I look at them."
I think I caught her off guard.
She stared at me blankly.
"It's PMS time and they just hurt....all the time."
"Would you like to reschedule?"
"No. Let's just git'r done!"
I had to get up at 4:52Am to get to the gym to satisfy Vlad the Diet Barbarian before drivin' an hour to be at this appointment.
"You're gonna hate me before this is over."
We parted on good terms. I can deal with a gal that does her job correctly.
And Roy and I were in an out of the Indian Hospital in less than 20 minutes.
That's some sorta record!
So Roy's home in time to hunt moles....the sun is shinin'. What a beautiful day!