For a long time I wore simple thin cotton T’s under my scrub shirts. I rarely had issues — only rarely would a co-worker sidle up to me and mumble “You must be cold, sistah.”

Oops.

 Since Pox and I have been exchanging sleazy erotic love notes, I’ve been smiling more, walking taller and blinding oncoming traffic with my reeeaalllllyyy pronounced high beams — thick perky bulbs that regularly scream for her wet, warm mouth (hey, it’s my blog and I’ll get as nasty as I want).

 So I’ve looked for and found in a local sports store long sleeve cotton shirts — not exactly sweatshirt material, but thicker than the average T-shirt. Not too bulky under a scrub top, and definitely dims my headlight problem.

Not me.

I’ll start off by admitting I took days to figure out what theme to use…..and then confess that I probably won’t be spending a lot of time here blogging anyway.

Why?

 Pox.

 My comments — among other things — are reserved for her. I’ve decided to reserve my best thoughts, my most carefully turned phrases, my choicest words, for her blog. And I can see you thinking “Then why should I come here?”

 Now and then, I imagine I’ll have an idea I’ll want to share but can’t post in Pox’s blog because it doesn’t fit the current conversation. So I’ll come here, where I can write what I want, when I want.

 And because I don’t think it’ll get the traffic that Pox’s blog does (she’s a popular gal, and deservedly so) this will be a great place we can exhange notes….like the quick shopping lists and phone messages stuck under Elvis magnets on the refrigerator door.

Tht’s all for now….see you soon.