The table in the entry way of my house is covered with holiday cards sent from friends and relatives. Every time I open the front door, a curious burst of wind comes and blows the cards all over the place and I get to set the cards out all over again. Each cards gets a turn being propped up! No jealous cards in my house!
Thanks to everyone who emailed about Karen's lump that she didn't know she had until she went for a mammogram just in case she had any lumps she didn't know she had. The doctor found two areas of concern and was able to biopsy one thing. The results of the first biopsy came back with no malignancy but some stuff that is long and complicated but that is probably of not too much concern but should be watched. She is having a lumpectomy on the other thing on Monday. Hopefully we will have the results of what that thing is not too long after that. The good news about the lumpectomy is that Karen will be knocked out for it and there will be plenty of drugs for her. Karen loves drugs. And, our feeling is it's best to get whatever bad thing it might be OUT. Out damn spot!
We also appreciate everyone who emailed to tell me I must rush to get a mammogram because Karen has lumps. I heard you loud and clear and don't you worry one second! I will get one because it has long been the case that whatever Karen gets, I get and likewise. Did we fail to mention that years before my disastrous candy corn tooth incident Karen broke the same tooth and had to get an implant, too? What are the odds of that? Hers broke in a play sword fight with her son and not on a candy corn, but it's still freaky.
And speaking of freaky, when I went to a follow up appointment with the dental surgeon a couple weeks ago, there was a nurse in the room who seemed oddly familiar but I wasn't sure how I knew her. I almost hesitate to tell this story because now she has all my details. Anyway, she looked at me kind of weird and said, I know you. You're the artist and my son plays in your yard.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I didn't want to open my mouth after that. This single mom and her young son live next door in the sad green house I refer to as Boo Radley's. Her son often plays in my front yard and I never say anything about it yet always wondered why his mother doesn't just have him play in their front yard. My front yard does have a really good tree for hiding behind, but still. He never leaves balls in my yard and seems like a good kid and I always feel sorry for him because his single mom rents a room in the sad house. I feel less sorry for them now that I know she is a nurse in this ultra expensive surgeon's office where all the workers seem very happy.
So, which neighbor of Karen's will be seeing her naked on Monday?
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