I’m considering having my telephone surgically implanted in my skull. It seems like it might save me a bit of time and neck pain. In the meantime, in the course of one morning I managed to call up a dozen different people for a dozen different matters, all of which more or less boiled down to “Hi, here is my open wallet, help yourself.”
[My ex actually made me giggle, this afternoon. I said, “So, I got Chickadee that appointment with the orthodontist,” and he said “I’ll start scoping out some local banks to rob.” Which was funny! Because kids are so damn expensive! But at least we’re joking about robbing banks rather than, say, telling her she’ll have crooked teeth and she’ll LIKE it. Because that would be wrong.]
Anyway, the end result was a busy day where I got nothing done, and so I am going to abdicate being interesting this evening and instead send you over to visit Sue Richards. Sue is a lovely human and a proponent of healthy boobs everywhere, and you KNOW how I feel about the boobs. (Healthy boobs, good! Lumpy boobs, bad!)
Despite my glaring American-ness and questionable cleavage (or lack thereof), Sue directed me in taking a sworn oath and then declaring me an official Breast Ambassador at BlogHer this year. She is Good People and the Breast of Canada mission is an admirable one (not to mention that the calendar is gorgeous). Please go check her out and spread the word.
(Also, if I happened to be, say, meeting with a new doctor tomorrow for a second opinion on my son’s care, I’m sure I wouldn’t mind if you had some good thoughts or juju or whatever to spare to nudge over in this direction. If I was doing that.) (BOOBS!)