8:49 a.m. - 2004-11-01
He didn't flinch a bit when I said uterus. He was just emphatic that I get the thing checked out for cancer. He's still so traumatized by his mother's death in 96 by breast cancer. Poor baby. He of all people needs a mother.
Sixweasels told the rest of the story. It was a bizarre night in The City, but not so much being it was The Bar. Go read it...
In other news, I tried to get home as late as possible last night. I went to the organic store, and the very expensive department store where I get my favorite bras. They are pricy, but my size is hard to find in really pretty, girly styles. You'd thing with big boobs being so popular they'd make more pretty bras to keep them in.
But, when I arrived home, my brother and nephew incubator (I'm sure its a boy) were still there. But, parenthood seemed to agree with them. They were friendly at least.
I'm off to another doctor appt, where my doc is going to rip me a new one over my cholesterol and blood pressure.
*** I almost forgot to tell you. Six totally traumatized me with that movie Wr0ng Turn. I will never walk in the woods again in West V1rginia.