I missed my mammogram the other day, not that I mind having the x-ray technician pose me like a Gumby doll then proceed to take the rock crush paper approach to the puppies. But it was for 11am. Yes I would be up- maybe, but no perfume, no powder or no deodorant in the 95+ degree weather gets me. I use all three daily. No stink here, no stink there, etc... I will reschedule sometime soon though.
I have to think about when to try and make the next appointment since you are to come in on certain times of your cycle. I mean as in period.
I sat in my pick up truck at Sonic waiting for my Route 44 Diet Coke to show up sometime this century when I began to count on my fingers. "OK, 19,20,21,22---30, Now did June have 30 or 31 days?" I never did learn that closed fist knuckle 30 31 day thing. For those of you who know it, I salute you and the Mayans; for all others, we buy pocket calendars that we never look at unless we need a phone number or address.
I sat there when it dawned on me,"12+ today is the 12th and the wedding is 6 days away makes, oh noooooooooooooooooo 30 days." Now at this point I feel like a math genius and try 3 more times to recalculate. Still the same end results AND my Diet Coke is lost in limbo somewhere inside. Deep sigh. Now I know some woman somewhere is doing the same counting as I am doing. Please tell me I am right?......... To be continued.......
I met Jim today after we both loaded up our trailers. We were parked side by side in a gravel lot. He left soon after he gave me a box with my wedding set enclosed. It's a petite set and I like it. They make my short stubby fingers not look like they are over-run with bling. I got back in my truck trying to figure out when exactly I twisted my back making my lumbar area hurt.....hummmm no telling what I did.
I got back home and proceeded to weed-eat the yard after winding more line on the double line straight shaft Feather Weight(I can hear Tim The Tool Man Taylor gloating now). I did not know what was going to hold out longer, the clouds and lightening I see in the distance or my back.
......Continuing here..........I came inside and peeled off my sweaty grass covered jeans, next I rolled off my drenched shirt that stuck to my back, I used it to wipe the beads of salt rolling off my forehead, tip of my nose and chin.
Mannnnnn my back is killing me now. I went into the bathroom to get rid of the Diet Coke. HELLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOO no wonder my back hurt.
My Einstein brain kicked in again as I sat on the toilet with all my fingers raised. "24 day? There is a God, Thank you. 24 days? 24 dayyyyyzzzzzz?" I won't complain I'll take it.
