E is for Europe.
I'm sad that I never made the big backpacking, rail pass trip through Europe. Even more irritating, we've had to pass through Europe at least twice a year for the past seven years, and heck, I was in Morocco for three years which was so so close.
Still, my travel record ain't so bad - just visits in short, work-related bursts:
E is for email.
Is there anything more lovely than an empty inbox?
Houseguest Heaven is closed for now, but much fun, especially finally meeting flemmarde. Blog friends are always better in 3-D.
I went to the doctor this morning. Everything's perfectly hunky-dorky, except that she suggested I get a mammogram. For a baseline. I feel old.
On September 25th, 2007 03:49 am (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
I had a baseline mammogram at 35 because of my family history of breast cancer. I was due back for my next one this summer, but oops--I got pregnant. So now I won't get one until weaning, fall 2009-ish.
Anyway, it was pretty uncomfortable, and I ended up being really glad that my breasts were floppier than they were before I had and nursed a kid. I think you and your still-perky pair are not going to enjoy it at all, tant pis. :(