Is That You, Mother?

This afternoon I got a call from a drunk slurring woman with a strong Southern accent. No it wasn't my mother, it was Momzilla's. She wants me to help her do something while she is down here taking care of Momzilla and the new baby. I'm just calling Momzilla Momzilla at this point because I don't want to use her real name and she would laugh if I called anyone else Momzilla so hopefully if she ever finds this blog she will think it's funny.

Either way, speaking to her mom reminds me that my own mother has been pretty sedate here lately. She's been really good, actually. She's asked me to bring the girls over for a weekend so Fidel and I can get away. I think she's convinced that I have breast cancer. I ended up telling her (and only her) about my boob issue because I wanted to know if there was a history of breast cancer in her side of the family and I had to spill why I was asking. The wait for the mammogram is killing me. I intentionally scheduled it far out because I have to do it on a Wednesday and I didn't want to miss Moggie's Easter party at school last week and I didn't want know this week, either. I figured ignorance is bliss but I've had enough time to come to grips with the fact that something is going on since my hormone levels and boob culture came back normal. Now I'm just ready to find out what's going on!