You learn a lot about yourself when you are sitting in the “women’s waiting room” with a bunch of women old enough to be your grandma and all of you are wearing only a hospital gown. Watching us all get ushered in and back one by one to get or breasts origamied in the mammography machine. So many looks exchanged wondering if each was here for just the annual or if there was a darker reason for it. No one wanting to ask.

I did not get my favorite tech, but I did get an awesome one. She had a thick Minnesotan accent and understood that humor is my defense mechanism. She asked me about Furiously Happy: A Funny Book About Horrible Things. I told her how great it is and how Jenny Lawson‘s first book made me laugh so hard that I peed my pants. She said that sounded like her kind of book. Then, during the most bizarre and uncomfortable pose I have ever struck in my life, I said “Well, this is it. This is going to be my Christmas card this year.” She LOST it. Tears down her face. It was fun. Then she told me I should write a book.

While she was rearranging my boob on a cold, plastic slate.

Life is a strange, funny, wonderful ride. Even when it’s scary and awkward, a momentary connection or genuine laughter is right around the corner.

I hope you all had a wonderful day today! <3