I went to the Dr. earlier today due to having one sore breast for no identifiable reason. The doctor couldn't feel anything amiss, but it hurt when he pressed in one particular spot. I have an apt. for a mamogram tomorrow. I bet that's going to feel great when I'm sore to start with.

This whole thing has me nervous and on edge. I have been very lax about my annual exams, much less about getting mamograms.
Other than that, my addtional whining is that Lowell's son didn't graduate. And daughter # 2 failed ninth grade. Again. Unbelieveable. Her mom caught her smoking, and she has been hanging with a bad crowd. They may send her to a different school, but if she seeks out the bad crowd wherever she goes, I don't know if it will help any. I have decided that I am glad I never had kids. It's bad enough dealing with this. I hope none of you ever have to deal with these sorts of problems, but kids certainly face a lot of carp these days, and a lot of adverse peer pressure.
Before I put everyone on a complete downer, I'll try to think of something more cheerful to talk about. Hmmmm. Errrr. Nothing comes to mind.

Sorry to be so gloomy.