When Good Boobs Turn Bad A Mammoir

What kind of pity party is it when the guest of honor is giggling all the time?

She also kept saying she was sorry, so I was obliged to keep reassuring her that I would be just fine. I wanted

anted to cry, but knew I had to be strong if I was going to get my radiologist through this thing.

I am a middle-aged woman with a sharp tongue and a big mouth. Most people who know me describe me as smart, funny, and off-the-wall in public and smart-ass, out of control, and crazy in private. Fair enough. I have precisely two, and only two, substantive talents. I am funny, and I am a good writer