Cancer does suck but it is a little funny.

The best thing ever happened today. I am at radiation, in my Jilli (google it, it is great to have if you are undergoing treatment or a great present if someone you know is. If I am the only person you know in treatment, sorry, I already have one but if you really want to give me a present I could use a red sports car.) and anyway the nurses and techs are talking about a sale at the Ann Taylor Loft in the shopping center next door. So I felt it my duty to check it out. I got: One really cute orange print silk dress, a light pink cotton blouse, a cute short skirt- blue or black or some color like that, a pair of white capris and a pair of Khaki colored skinny jeans. The grand total for all of this? $31.00 So walk don't run to the store nearest you, the sale is for a few more days.

Long day, what with radiation, shopping and work. I am off work tomorrow and will be going to my free makeup for cancer people class! Can life get any better? Also had a great weekend, went to some fancy restaurant in Hingham that one of those Wahlbergs own. Very pretty; then we left to tour the sleazier bars of the South Shore (none of which were particularly hopping on a Sunday night) and the highlight of the night was my getting the phone number of a 22 year old kid. No, not to date, I have children older than him. However, he has agreed to go sky-diving with me, which all my friends wimped out on doing. Now if I can only remember where I put the number.

All right, I need to go to bed now. My boob needs its beauty sleep.