Conversations

CSO: Tomorrow, no deodorant, no powder...
FWP: Hm? Why no deodorant?

CSO: I’m going for my annual boob shots. [NB: That’s how Beth refers to her yearly mammogram.] Boob shots and ultrasound.
FWP: That would be a great name for an all-girl band, you know.

CSO: Hm?
FWP: “Boobie Shott and the Ultra-Sounds.” Sort of a futuro-psychedelic RiotGrrl sound. The Bangles in foil jumpsuits and laser bras.

CSO: I like it, I like it! Let’s spread it around. Maybe someone will use it!
FWP: Hell, I might use it!

     And I have, as you can see here.