There are two charming young baristas at the cafe at work who make me laugh every time I see them, and when I confided to them that I'd be off for my very first colonoscopy last week, they demanded that I live blog the whole thing. I barred myself from my phone, however, fearful that I'd send work-emails in my propofol haze, so they'll have to make do with my rear-view synopsis. Rear View Mirror, available at Advance Auto Parts. My clever plan to use Tinder to find someone to drive me didn't pan out, so I rescheduled it for last week when my older son W. was home on spring break from college. I felt bad because check-in was scheduled for 6:15 am, which qualifies as cruel and unusual punishment to a college kid who's trying to soak up all the fun he can on his week home, but at least I knew we'd get it over with early and could enjoy the mother of all naps afterward. He hasn't been staying with me, so I messaged him the evening before to remind hi...
Cheaper than therapy.