Why I Did Not Play the Friday Five

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I had to have a mammogram this morning, early. And a bone density scan. At least it is breast cancer awareness month so I got gifts - a pink water bottle! Then, I ran to the dry cleaners to drop of a jacket, dropped off a table at the recycled furniture and clothes place, and got my hair cut, (trust me it needed it).... That was followed by an acupuncture treatment. Then I came home and colored, yes colored, my own hair...economic times being what they are....It turned out ok!....(all those years of working for my sister-in-laws hair salon gave me some idea of how to do this, even though I prefer to pay a professional). Then I had to drive an hour each way to get my son from school. Because I needed the car for all of my appointments and errands.

Anyway....

That's why I didn't play the Friday Five....sigh.

Comments

Anonymous said…
self-care in all its forms trumps friday five.
10/24/2009 12:50 PM
Jan said…
I didn't play either, but more because I'm non-musical. It sounds like a busy day!
10/24/2009 5:48 PM
Diane M. Roth said…
I really wanted to play (I love music), but I'm having a hard time getting to it these days. I thought "I'll just get my wedding sermon done and then I'll have time", but then I had to go do a home communion, and then, and then...

anyway, of course self-care trumps friday five, and I hope you are ok. :)
10/24/2009 10:20 PM
Anonymous said…
I wish I had been with you to keep you company!!!

I have got to find a place around here that sells the new breast cancer awareness magnets... save the ta-ta's. I LOVE IT! I need to do the mammogram thing... but I sooo hate it. It's been on the to do list for a long time.
10/24/2009 11:06 PM
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