Thursday, May 22, 2008


My mom needs to get into an Ovarian cancer clinical trial but, her doctor thinks she may not be fit enough to be accepted.

Phone call 9AM:
Me- "When you show up for your first appointement... you should wear a tracksuit."
"With a headband..."
"And some brand new Nikes..."
Mom- "Yeah, and about three cups of coffee."
Me- "And a tennis racket slung over your shoulder."
Mom- (dryly) "Yeah, Yeah, that should work."

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