Just today, for example, I was in the little girls room tending to my nature call. I might add that this was at work so it's a very sterile, white environment in there. No pictures, no reading material....no color, just "blahness".
I happen to be
So there I was, sitting there minding my business, hoping everything was going to come out ok. And I started thinking.
I thought, "WOW I just turned 40"
Then I thought, "Oh I suppose that will mean mammograms now" It just went downhill from there.
All of a sudden out of nowhere I was wondering how women who are not so well endowed have a mammogram. Women who are AA. What do they stick in the boobie pancake maker?
Soon I was giggling as I sat upon the workplace john....
Giggling because I wondered what if they didn't have mammograms, but were just told to watch for anything sprouting from their chests after the age of 4o.
Again, I am not responsible for the paths my mind takes. Boredom does BAD things to me. Being bored is not good for me.
This is not meant to disrespect anyone who has ever suffered from breast cancer or had a family member or friend who did; I have lost loved ones to cancer so it is definitely not something I take lightly. I just have a very warped, dark sense of humor.