<p>SBmom-
Back to the mammogram conversation? Didn’t we talk about that before in SA? I just had mine Friday. The tech told me had to call my H right away… and tell him he should appreciate the fact that I had “young” boobs. No saggy baggy stuff here!! She was also amazed at my age and that I’d had 2 kids. OK-- enough of this conversation. Back to proctoscope talk. One of my favorite jokes:</p>
<p>What is the definition of a proctoscope?..
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Answer: Its a tube with an a$$hole at each end!</p>
<p>I don’t even care about sports, but I’m staying up late every night watching the Sox. It’s so delusional, but I feel like they need me to win–in fact, they didn’t win until I started watching–guess that proves it. I do change my underwear though–some people here in VT have worse delusions–they think they have to wear the same clothes every day until the Sox win. I just have to watch the games.</p>
<p>What?! It’s post-meridien in Red Sox Nation and no one has started the Sinners Alley celebration?!?</p>
<p>Well… let’s not waste any more time.</p>
<p>Barkeepers, set 'em up. In recognition of the early hour, I am suggesting
… Irish Coffees
… Bloody Marys
… Mimosas for the more delicate among us.</p>
<p>Well, with a D and family living in the Denver area, we were hoping for a different outcome, but it was good while it lasted…and we sort of have a Sox connection because one of our nephews was a team mate of Ellsbury’s at Oregon State, so it’s all good. And I must say, I like Irish coffee better than Coors!</p>
<p>SBmom: From my point of view the boys in the poster are all too young. If I am going to be drooling when I am using the necessary, I’d rather my private fantasies do not embarrass me. And sad to say, I have to admit it. I am at the age when the old, gray guys just look better to me. A geezer soccer team? Now you’re talking.</p>