B(.Y.)B squishing

When I had my annual pap, the doc looked it up and I was due for a mammo. It's not my favorite thing to do in the morning, but the gal at our local Kaiser is really great--personable, kind, and firm and clear when she needs to be. So, off I went.

As I walked in, she asked if I was wearing perfume (nope), powder (nope), or antiperspirant (oops). "No problem," she says, and hands me two paper towels and a foil-wrapped packet. I burst into laughter as I looked down at it.

It was a Mammo-Wipe. I kid you not.

See? I am so not making this up.