This morning I went in for a mammogram. I had two booby-techs as one was in training. You can't even imagine the conversation that takes place when three middle-aged women are put together into a little room in this situation.
The resulting photos of my **** were met with exclamations of 'beautiful' and 'perfect'. While I know the comments were directed at the quality of the x-ray and not my physiology, it was still a bit heady.
Tonight I'm going to tap into a bottle of Coppola Claret that had been recommended to me. One day this weekend we need to drive up state and pay (last??)respects to a brother-in-law that is in a hospice center. Otherwise it will be normal dull old weekend, perhaps with a dousing of snow, perhaps some rain.
I might buy 50/50 on pay-per-view tonight. I'm kind of anxious to see it.