I really despise those new-fangled headlights that are appearing on all the cars now. The ones that make it easier to see where you are going, but singe the eyeballs of anyone approaching from the opposite direction with their icy icy brightness. The other day I had some schmo behind me who had those, so it was already bad enough that he was behind me, but he was a real idiot. I drive through the Presidio and around by the Palace of the Legion of Honor, which have momentary areas of darkness. I am not much for using my brights, especially when I drive a road every day and know it. This monster behind me decides that we need our brights, regardless of the fact that I was leading the way just fine, so he turned HIS on. That I am living to tell the tale is testament to my driving-while-blind-on-a-curvy-road skills. He did it TWICE. What a moron. Oh, and before you jump to the conclusion that I was being a sissy driver, I was driving at an acceptable and non-ticketable speed a bit over the limit (those Presidio cops are ruthless) on roads that are not designed for Speed Racer. Hmph.

Speaking of headlights,
TITTY-TITTY BANG-BANG

Not much going on this week - really busy, but boring stuff.

Had a mammogram a few weeks ago and had to go back. This is never relaxing news, and it was a slightly nerve-wracked week waiting for my appointment. I had to be at Kaiser before I am usually even awake, which added to my feeling of unease. Now, a normal mammogram is kind of like having your breast squished between two books - it is so generalized that although it is uncomfortable, it is not really painful. This time, they had to squish a very particular area, and it was more like being between a book and an average-sized fist. Ish ish ish. Then again, harder, with a really big fist. Oosh oosh oosh. Then wait, with a hospital gown on that is not really suited to being tied in the front (or, I imagine, the back). And wait. Finally, everything is okay, I can go home. Whew. The x-ray lady showed me the film of my original squish - there was a rather interesting dense area that was swirly, rather like a question mark. Pretty, in an odd way, but she had to make sure it wasn't really there.

In homage to my poor bazooms:
A BUSTFUL OF DOLLARS


except that the picture is of her BUTT. Hm.

I have to step on the toes of the Linky-Loo coordinator and give you this story of a lady and a dolphin. Not exactly porn but does leave one open to some interesting speculation.

My phone line is down until tomorrow so no porn again. It has been interesting to be so silent at home (went out on Saturday). Although I don't talk on the phone much, I like to know I CAN, and I am so used to going and looking things up online at the drop of a hat I realize how spoiled I've become.

Farewell, Bishop! and good luck with your new life. Everyone loved your calendars.

Happy New Year, everyone!