A couple of nights ago I dreamed Phurball came back. Not like zombie-cat back from the dead, but that somehow he’d just gone missing and turned up again. I was downstairs and someone called down, “Oh, your cat is back!”
“I don’t have a cat,” I said, coming up the stairs, but there was a cat. At first I didn’t know who he was, but then he meowed and I recognized his voice. And much cuddling ensued.
Some dreams really don’t need a shrink to interpret them, ya know?
First of all, I want this Roomba. When does it finish production testing?
And second–OMG teh kewt!!!
A couple of years ago, my gynecologist mentioned that I should probably have a mammogram.
Last year, my doctor suggested I go ahead and get a mammogram.
This year as soon as I logged on Campus Cruiser to check my e-mail, I saw an announcement about the Rex Mobile Mammography unit coming for a visit next month.
*sigh*
So Friday I bit the bullet and called Rex Mobile Mammography to make an appointment to have my tits squished to within an inch of their lives.
“Oh, all our appointment slots are full, and there’s a long waiting list,” said the lady on the other end of the phone. “But we’ll be at the other campus locations. Sign up early, they go fast!”
After I hung up I IM’d my husband:
Rex mamm appts all taken – no squishy bewb 4 me
He replied:
U should still get it done, squishy bewb better than cancerous bewb.
The world is determined to squish ’em. What has everyone got against my bewbs? They never hurt nobody.