(Just a note about my category choice today:  I am choosing politics and under that, current events becuz first off I am a government of one with millions to rule inside this little country and these are current events in the government.)

Okiez body cells, which one of you started the fucked up mess that had me undergoing yet another manmade machine squeeze the boobage til it screams test?!!

Never mind that some freak evidently does not mind going to work at 7am to commit repeated acts of abuse on boobage across the land.  I get scheduled for first on deck today.  YIKES!!

Now I am a lousy patient.  I recognize I am a lousy patient so I try to compensate for that ahead of time by playing all this happy pappy music such as Pharrell Williams "Happy".   And taking my caffeine with some extra doses of sweetened coconut milk.  I practice smiling in the mirror before and YES, even after I get dressed.  I speak calmly out loud right before I climb out of my car to walk into the building.  

I did all the above this morning in spite of it only be ~ 6 reeDICKulous thirty AM!!  

When I encountered my first human being I was able to smile and keep a sweet calm voice as I answered her initial questions to get me 'signed in'.  Heck I was doing pretty darned good even as I sat in the waiting room listening to the cheery morning forecast that called for a cool temp with mostly some sun and a few clouds.

Then came HeidiHo the machine operator.  I smiled as I followed her back like a dutiful little puppy dawgie unaware of the impending abuse.   My first sign of grouch ripped right out of my eyes as HeidoHo began filling me in about what a mammogram was...... wait a minute.  Perhaps HeidoHo has not had her own smashemup til they scream exam at the young tender age of oh maybe 27 but at 169 years old I guarantee her my boobs know all about these little exams and no amount of explanation is gonna make them any perkier and happier.  

I degraded like twice boiled tea ....... then I finally caught myself as my sarcastic though wanted so badly to slip through my well brushed teeth.  So I sucked in a very deep breath and simply asked a pretend question in order to be dutifully uninformed and keep her feeling like Mother Superior.  

By the time I left that sweat shop I felt grouchy as fuck!!  I seriously doubt my fake smile and overly sweet thank you masked much of my grouchiness.

And although I had planned on doing a few errands after that event ~ instead I drove straight back home to hide in my back forty and kick my azz for feeling grouchy.  

TIME to smile!! SMILE dayummit.  You will smile!!