The mice started off on a nice discussion about breast cancer and breast implants and it started right after temple service and continued at the mouse social club. Mother who in real life was a medicine man thought breast implants were a folly as these things can and do wander around in one's body and not necessarily stay in place. Of course I heard a few of those stories this morning. The plastic surgeons appeal to the women's vanity. Years ago, mother counselled an office secretary at the Church over the Seven Flags not to have reconstructive surgery but she did it anyway and always had problems. She wanted to look in the mirror and still look appealing. Mind you she was in her seventies, her husband had died and nobody at the Church over the Seven Flags would have asked her to show up in her swim suit.
Finally the mice discussed Bunco. I thought: please don't make them invite me - but they told me that there is a waiting list to join. Thank you Lord. I can't see myself in a weekly Bunco game.
