Breast Cancer Silver Lining
I started the blog before boobs became the big draw because I’ve written a book (sadly, not about my boobs). It’s a memoir. If I ever get it published, you will know far more about me than you ever wanted. Not that I’m not intensely fascinating, but perhaps more fascinating with the boobs. And I keep saying “boobs” when really it’s just the right one that has obviously been insecure and in need of attention. Could this be the right boob’s misplaced joke to get publicity? Is it mad at me for ignoring those opportunities you hear on the radio about entering wet t-shirt contests? Pissed I passed up opportunities to flash my rack in exchange for Mardi Gras beads? Doesn’t the right boob realize no one wants to see a 45 year old’s boobs in that capacity?