when assuming makes an ass out of you, not me

Alex and the t-dog came over for dinner the other day, just a few days after learning she had breast cancer (this fact alone is part of why I like Alex) but while she was over she told a great story about her hair stylist:

A: "I have some big news I need to tell you that's going to affect our relationship"

S: "I know already"

A: "WHAT? did someone tell you?" (they know several people in common)

S: "No, I can just tell, there's an air about you"

A: "I had no idea!"

S: "I have like 9 clients this way right now"

A: "9!!!!???? - My god that's a lot - I had no idea"

S: "It happens"

A: "Are you sure no one told you, I just can't imagine you can tell"

S: "Oh I can tell - I can just tell"

A: "That's amazing, I have only just been diagnosed with my cancer - I haven't had any treatment yet or anything!"

S: "C-c-cancer? - I thought you were pregnant"

Wow. Good job. I wonder how her shoe polish tastes?

So it goes without saying that Alex is getting the best treatment she can and her head is clearly on her shoulders (it's Alex after all) and she's being positive and has all sorts of support (as does Ted) from her posse, but as much as luck has anything to do with it, I'm hoping for the very best of it. That's hardly all I can or will do, but I want to be sure that base is covered too. Besides, I think mary's taking credit for the cancer sucks buttons.