Vacation's over

My nice, long vacation to NE USA is over and the family has three more graduates. Loads of fun and I actually had a lot of posts in my head just waiting to be given life. Got in this evening and I decided to check my mails before blogging and next thing I know I heard a "TWACK!!" - the sound of a curve ball hitting me on the head in the form of a 45-hundred $ bill from the hospital where I had my ER & ET. How is that possible? Without insurance, the two procedures are 2650, with insurance, I paid 850. Ok my 17 years of elementary + high school + college maths may make me a little deficient in the addition and subtraction side of life but how do you milk 4500 out of those numbers. Now I know I'm going to toss & turn all night until I can call whoever sent me this bill. I really cannot believe this is happening... talk about curveball

On a happier note, I can cross the following things off my bucket list

• Travel across country by train - Done
• Survive 29-hour train journey with DH - Done (& I can't believe we didn't squabble till the very end)
• See the empire state building, times square & central park - Done
• Travel on NY subway - Done
• Drive a car onto a real ferry - Sort of Done - I was a passenger
• Get over my fear of flying - Hmmn! Hard to do in a small plane with a pilot who seems to have only tried his hand at flight simulator. I speculated with the lady beside me that we may have unwittingly entered an episode of the reality show "So you think you can fly?" I'll give this one another shot

And to crown the vacation, I went to the mall today to wax off my moustache (thanks PCOS) and decided to go to VS for a bra fitting - mainly because I took off my shirt in front of my sisters and they started hooping and hollering "you've got br3asts" because my "girls" were apparently spilling out of my 32A pushup apparatus. I have noticed that recently my clothes are shrinking again, my bra cups have also shrunk and I find myself having to scoop the "girls" in every morning. Well world, say hello to the newest 36B mamaa. In the world of boobie-ambitions, I had hoped that one day with the help of pregnancy and breastfeeding, I will be able to fill a 34B and here I am today a 36B without silicone, foam or tissues! If you've never lived female adult life with barely existent mammary organs (forgive me, I'm trying to use all the synonyms that will ensure this website doesn't show up in some wierd g00gle search) you cannot fully comprehend my joy and excitement. I feel like climbing a rooftop and singing "I'm everywoman" with helicopter floodlights shining on me and a live orchestra playing. :) Good night

PS: Thanks for checking up on me Jill. Much appreciated :*)