Megan, one of the collection, she's turned out to be not only lovely but one of my dependable transporters for radiation treatment...I travel 46 miles each way for less than ten minutes of radiation...talk about choices, or lack of them...2:10-2:15 pm weekdays, die cancer, die! Told the tech today okay, lets kill em...think I scared the social worker... she suggested thinking clean pink cells, said hell no...thinking die cancer die...

Me, thinking Wow, I may be in big trouble here...and I was on drugs!

Shell, being cute?!