|if I went to a local watering hole on Monday at 2pm to try a highly rated and most delicious beer that they don't often carry. (Pliny the Elder, #6 on Beer Advocate's Top Beers)|
So what if my mom called me and told me that she's going in next Thursday to have three spots of breast cancer removed. It's not really a so what, I give you that, but my attitude about it almost there because she's got this. She was good and kept on top of her annual boobie squish and they found it really early, so it's very, very treatable.
So what if I had my emotional moments about it throughout the rest of the day, I'm allowed that much. And so what if I feel like we deserve a break after everything that happened with my dad, but life doesn't work that way so, so what if my brother and I put our big kid pants on and are dealing with it like the cancer pros we are. Besides, my mom's a tough bitch; she'll kick cancer's ace.
SO WHAT if I just called my mom a tough bitch. She knows it's true, and endearing. (At least, you should, Mom.)
And so what
|if I photoshopped her face into Hurricane Sandy photos.|
|If you know my mom, you'll get it.|
|but if you don't know her, I'll just tell you. It's funny. Because her name is Sandy.|
(Disclaimer: I don't find natural disasters funny, just the fact that one shares it's name with my mom.)