A time for hearts, romance, snuggles with my favorite people (Hubster & the kids, in case you were wondering).
And, maybe, at a special time, after the kiddos are asleep, I'll , well, with the Hubster, ahem, you know............ (are you blushing, cause I am!)
Alas, not to be this year. Hubster is on a two week trip.
But, oh, I'll be seeing some action all right.
I have a hot date with my guy, Bucky.
What's that, you say? A hot date? Who is NOT the Hubster?
Are you shocked, interested, disgusted?
Wanna see my hot Valentine's date?
Here he is, in all his glory.
Handsome looking dude, isn't he? Meet Bucky the Mammogram, my hot Valentine date. (No, really, the lab tech had heated up the squishin' plates so they were nice and toasty. You can see the plaid heating pad on the machine. Thank you ma'am!)
His name was listed on the machine, Bucky. (Hmm, wonder if in MN they have ones named Gopher).
As a reality of the fab 40s, I must finally go in and get my baseline mammosquish done.
So, I'll go get the gals lifted, squashed and prodded, but I won't get any dinner out of it.
Or flowers.
Or romantic gestures.
Oh well. Happy Valentine's Day to me.
Hope yours is a little more fun!
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