Day 126
Thought for the day: About 85% of breast cancers occur in women who have no family history of breast cancer.
Listening to: Africa


I went in for a mammogram today. Statue chickens behind fences have nothing to do with boobs and X-rays, I know this. However, I drove by the chickens on my way to the exam and took a photo of them. I drive by the imprisoned chickens all of the time. They were intended for a blog on another day. However, when it was time for my mammogram, I had to put my cell phone in a locked cabinet. I couldn’t capture a photo of “the moment.” After locking up my phone and stripping from the waist up, I donned a teensy cape. No hospital gown………a mere slip of fabric. When I stepped out into the waiting room, I wasn’t thinking about my barely covered breast. I was so upset that I couldn’t take a picture of the boob smashing machine that I didn’t realize one of my boobs was hanging out of the cape. I sat down, one boob saluting the world, and I started thinking about the chickens and how cool one would look on my porch with Christmas lights on it………..and how it would piss one of my neighbors off. I had a sudden need to free the chickens. It was at that moment I realized I’d freed one of my boobs instead. I bet I’m the only person on the planet who has flashed a boob and thought about caged statue chickens simultaneously……….ever.

The chickens, by the way, are prisoners of a run-down ghost town of store that closed a long time ago. It’s chock full of crap waiting to be treasurized. I drool at the thought. It sits along one of the main roads through my community. I drive by it all of the time and  yell, “FREE THE CHICKENS.”

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