By Mrs. Messiness, on September 25th, 2009%
“Hello?”
Yes, hello. Is this Mrs. Messiness?
“Yes.”
Great. Telemarketer.
Mrs. Messiness? Did you get an order from your doctor recently for a medical exam?
“Yes.”
What? Why did you answer that question? Now you’re stuck. Wow, she’s good. Totally tricked me with a surprise question.
Mrs. Messiness? Mrs. Messiness, did your doctor recommend that you have a mammogram? Do you have . . . → Read More: We take care of you
By Mrs. Messiness, on August 20th, 2009%
There was no end to the excuses I would let my grandmother get away with. I would nod when she told me stories, nod when she got them backwards, nod when she called me by my mothers’ name.
I believed everything she said – every time she spoke, because she was an anomaly to me. She was . . . → Read More: Crazy can’t save you from cancer.