July 31, 2006 | About, Haven't been hit by lightning yet!
In a fitting return to the east coast and my life, I got to take my children with me to the gynecologist this morning. Because nothing says welcome home like the nurse practitioner trying to ask about your sex life in a way that the kids won’t understand. Hooboy, that was fun. Will definitely fill you in tomorrow.
Anyway, while I try to get back on eastern time, you can go read about me over here if you’re a new reader. Or an old reader. Or really just anyone who maybe needs more hobbies. Whatever.
Posted by Mir @ 11:21 pm
August 1st, 2006 at 1:12 pm
OMG! Followed the link, then read the boob story. Thought I was going to die. Could not breathe!
My children kept staring at me, mouths full of chocolate chip pancakes, not chewing, while I laughed and laughed. How do I tell them I am reading about a woman squeezing gunk out of her breast? Can’t. Didn’t.
August 1st, 2006 at 3:00 pm
My dear, one never, ever takes children to the gynecologist. EVER. One gets a babysitter or one reschedules. GAH, woman, I cannot even imagine. Having three hyperactive boys makes it a nightmare I won’t even consider…are you on crack? Will you not now be dealing with gynecologist-related questions for roughly the rest of your life? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, does NO ONE owe you a favor? I am filled with pity and horror. *Shudder*
August 1st, 2006 at 3:16 pm
Amy-Go - my wife refuses to take me, for the same reason.
August 1st, 2006 at 4:02 pm
Pieces summed up all I had to say. Your boob made my day once I resumed breathing. That’s not something I’d normally say to another woman (or anyone, really).
August 1st, 2006 at 6:58 pm
Poor Mir! Your kids at the gyno.
You might as well tell them where they came from right then and there.
August 1st, 2006 at 7:04 pm
When you say you will fill us in tomorrow, you mean about your sex life? Right?
No, I didn’t think so.
August 1st, 2006 at 9:22 pm
Looking forward to hearing all about your gyno visit!
No, really!