My Tit In A Ringer.....

Literally.

That's right. I go this afternoon to have the mammogram. Rob helpfully pointed out that if it was a man with a cardboard box on his head, that said Mammogram, I should probably go somewhere else. heh. That Rob, such the kidder.

Anyway so I am a little nervous, a little on edge. But what can you do? Not a whole hell of a lot!

The most disturbing part, if we are going for truly shallow disturbing, would be the inability to be able to wear lotion, deodorant, or perfumes.

Ick. Not fun for a woman who sweats like a whore in church on a regular basis.

As in daily.

Hourly.

Not fun.

Rob is sort of stranded in Florida.

The surgery he was supposed to shoot, got set back a couple of hours. Not a good thing considering the surgery takes about 5 hours.

So, he will not be getting back until late, late tonight.

That of course means I will be out driving at odd hours of the night, but oh well. Luckily Spenser is spending the night at his best friends house, and then going to school. They are riding the same bus now.

Don't ask.

Well that is about it for right now. Possibly more later!