Tonight I’m starting a 3 week long class in Photoshop, thanks in part to some inspiration my readers gave me after I asked for some advice back in August. So rather than go home, I stayed late at work and am going right to the class. I took a few pictures to share with a friend and decided to write a quick post. ‘Cause that’s the kind of guy I am 
And if anyone is interested in the front view (can’t imagine why, but you never know…), if you know me you’ll know where to look on Thursday.
~~~~Click here for Part I of our trip~~~~
Sunday found Darling Boy and I hoping that the weather would clear, since we had nothing but outdoor activities planned for the day, until we met April and her son for dinner [Click here for her post about meeting us]. Fortunately the clouds broke around mid-morning and it was a beautiful fall day.
[Click any picture to see a full size version]
Our day started by walking down by the US Supreme Court building on the way to a Metro station and a train over to Arlington National Cemetery. It wasn’t until later in the day that we realized that this is a view of the back of the building. I though that it looked a little less impressive than I was expecting! Moving on…
We managed to find the Metro station and headed over to Arlington National Cemetery. Some people may think that it’s a little morbid to take a 9 yr old to a cemetery, even this one, but there were some things I wanted him to see.
As we were heading towards Kennedy’s tomb we passed this sign, which made it easy for me to start a conversation about honoring the dead, especially the men and women who died in the service of their country.
We saw Kennedy’s tomb, along with his brothers grave sites nearby. Considering that we’re from Massachusetts and Ted Kennedy just died a few weeks ago, DB was familiar with his name. We then made our way to the Tomb of the Unknowns and our timing could not have been better, as a changing of the guard was just starting.
With some military service in my background I had an idea of what to expect, but these 
soldiers blew me away with the discipline and precision they display. And DB was very impressed with the manual of arms and inspection of the incoming soldier by the Sergeant of the Guard. If any of you are ever in the area, watching these men perform there duty is a sight not to be missed. And don’t worry about the schedule, they’re out there 24 hrs a day, 7 days a week, no matter what the weather. The Tomb of the Unknowns is NEVER without a guard.
Looking at the map of the cemetery, I realized that the Marine Corps’ Iwo Jima memorial was very close by, so I convinced DB that we had to see it. Okay, I TOLD him we were going there. The deal was we would see that, walk over the Memorial Bridge to the Lincoln Monument and the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, then we could take a cab back to the hotel.
I had no idea that it was so big! [That's what she said. hahaha. Okay, anyway...]. Seriously, it’s 32 ft from the ground to the top of the men’s helmets. DB got a kick out of the idea of a statue that is a replication of a photograph and we both enjoyed looking at the statue and comparing it to the original picture and admiring the attention to detail. We both learned that the iconic photograph that this memorial depicts is actually of the second flag raising on the island- a smaller, less visible flag was placed when the island was first taken, which was then replaced by the larger one we see in the photograph.
The next stop on our tour was the Lincoln Memorial, after a stop at a hot dog cart along the way. By now it was almost 2pm and we had not had lunch yet. I was really impressed by DB’s positive attitude. My feet were getting tired, so I could only imagine how he felt. We spent some time sitting on the steps of the memorial, people watching and identifying what memorials we could see from there. We went inside and saw the Emancipation Proclamation written on the walls. DB remarked “For such an important speech, it sure was short!”.
Then it was time to move on to the Vietnam Veteran’s Memorial, which is just a short walk from the Lincoln Memorial. Of the 50,000+ names on the wall, there was one in particular that I wanted to find. 
Marine Corps LTC Albert Pitt was shot down in his F-4 Phantom fighter on January 24, 1966, 4 years to the day before I was born. No remains were ever found- not of his plane, of him, or of his co-pilot. To this day he is still listed as MIA. There was an alleged sighting of him in a POW camp a few years after he was shot down, but that was never substantiated and he was eventually declared dead. He was my fathers cousin. Here you can see DB pointing to his name and the name of his co-pilot next to his.
By now I had succeeded in showing DB 2 of the 3 building that represent our government. We could see the Capital Building from our hotel and each time we went out, and we saw the Supreme Court building earlier in the day. I managed to convince my tired little man to walk to the Washington Monument and from there we could see The White House.
This shot was taken from near the base of the Washington Monument and when I asked DB if he wanted to go walk closer and get a better look, his reply was an emphatic “noooooooo, my feet hurt”. Mine did to, but I wanted to give him the option. I was more than happy to walk with him to Constitution Avenue and hail a cab to take us back to our hotel.
We rested up, I dozed for a little bit and almost overslept, which would have made us late in meeting April. Not that it would have mattered, since she got lost and was 30 minutes late in picking us up. Monday morning we slept in, got breakfast then made our way to the airport and were home by 2pm.
I was so proud of my little man. He didn’t complain, much, was inquisitive, quiet and respectful when appropriate, and had a great time. We had a great time and I’m looking forward to going on another man-trip with him someday.
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Tired of this nice, vanilla family talk? I’m particularly excited about what I have planned for HNT this week, Veronica and I are seeing a couple on Friday night [regular playmates, though it's been a month], then next Friday we leave for 4 days in Las Vegas. Tales from that trip will be A LOT naughtier than from this one, I promise!!
The fabulous Saucy Wildcat passed the Great Read Award on to me! Thank you, my friend, I really appreciate it!
What I’m supposed to do is post a Top Ten list and pass the award on to some other bloggers I think are great reads. Scroll down to the bottom to see who I’m passing the award on to. Saucy posted her Top Ten favorite sex positions, complete with illustrations, while I’m going to talk about fantasies..
Hubmans Top Ten Unfulfilled Sexual Fantasies- in no particular order
Several of my favorite reads have already gotten this, so I’m only going to give it to a few people:
Sexy PTA Mom- great writing, hot stories and even hotter pictures to go with them. She’s taking a little writing hiatus right now, but I happen to know it’s nothing serious and she’ll be back soon.
Emmy, Right Turn Without Signaling- she’s been writing thought-provoking posts and sharing some of her outstanding photography for quite a while. She’s also recently been bitten by the HNT bug…
Lastly, our dear friend the Rumbling and Bumbling M- she is one of our oldest blog friends and it’s been such a joy to see her grow, to see her gain the strength to leave an asshat husband, to read all about her crazy kids and about her life in the boondocks in general.
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A new Tits for Troops is up! Go check it out if you want to see Veronica’s boobs and my moobs. Vixen is always looking for new contributors, so what are you waiting for? Send her your boobs!
April wrote about our dinner together on Sunday evening. Click here to read her post, if you haven’t already done so. Wednesday I hope to have a post up about the rest of my trip to Washington DC with Darling Boy.
This weeks questions come from a new reader who just found my blog a few weeks ago. She wishes to remain anonymous, and I don’t even know if she has a blog of her own, so we’ll all just have to wonder who she is. She and her hubby are thinking about getting into the lifestyle and had several questions for us:
Whats up with guys photos? How come many couples don’t show the guy? We put a few pics of both of us. Should we do more of her? Keep it even? None of him? Is it the allure of her, so people will then contact you, and have to ask for his?
And meeting another couple for the first time - if you meet in public for say dinner or drinks. Are you going dutch? Offer to pay?
And if at dinner you really like a couple – do you have a signal you give each other that you each like the couple, so your ready to go farther? Or do you not do anything on the first meet up? We were thinking of some kind of sign so we didn’t need to go off together and talk about it. kwim? What do you and Veronica do?
Ok and I think our last question. What about blow jobs? Condoms on? off? depends? if so …. I guess the non latex?
We think pictures are extremely important. We’ve stated numerous times that for us swinging is really just sport-fucking and freely admit to only wanting to fuck good looking people. After all, we like to think that we’re at least half-decent looking ourselves.
Veronica: I like to see pictures of both the guy and the girl. I think more profiles are skewed towards female photos, because men are usually the ones surfing the profiles. This of course is not based on hard scientific fact, but rather the anecdotal evidence from chatting with couples. For me, the whole process is kind of like shopping. First I will check out the pictures of the girl, if I feel they match up with what Hubman likes (and I am rarely wrong), I then look at the pictures of the guy, if I like the guy, then I carefully read the profile. I cannot emphasize enough the importance of reading the profile carefully. If the profile is a match, I then call Hubman over for a consultation and if he agrees with my assessment, then I send the email. (Want to know my opinion on crafting a good email? Just ask.) I also agree on the having sex with attractive people. I am married to a very good looking man, I want to have sex with people that are at least as attractive (and well-endowed) as Hubman is.
To us, an ideal profile is one that shows several pictures of the woman and of the man. Clothed is fine, we just like to see enough to know if they have good bodies and take care of themselves or not. Some nekkidness is always good, but certainly not necessary. Our Swappernet public picture gallery has 5 pictures. There are 3 of Veronica, including the one at the left which is our main profile picture. There is also another picture of her ass and one of her tits and upper body. There are two of me, one from the front, partly dressed [remember my old Blogger avatar of me laying on the bed in a pair of black Calvins? That one] and one of me nekkid from behind. Because I think Veronica isn’t the only one in the house with a nice ass *wink*
I’m immediately skeptical, and I’m not sure why, of the profile with a dozen pictures or more of her and none of him. Something is up with that. We certainly don’t expect to see a face picture in someone’s public gallery, as we don’t have one. But you should either have face pictures in your private photo gallery or be willing to share one via e-mail before meeting for the first time. We learned that lesson the hard way… Our private gallery has more pictures, including two face pics of us together, plus pictures of Veronica sucking my cock and a full frontal nekkid [but not aroused] picture of me. What we don’t have are any ridiculous close-ups of her pussy or of my cock. I guess what we go for is sexy and revealing, but still tasteful.
Veronica: I like a tasteful picture. I am not a big fan of cock shots. One, I want to know about the whole package, not just the one in your pants and two, unless you have a cock that is large enough to need its own zip code, I can’t gauge size if you are talented with camera angles unless you’ve got your manhood next to a ruler. I also do not like gynecological textbook quality shots of the ladies. If I am going to see your pussy that close up, I want to have my tongue out and ready for action.
Meeting a couple for the first time, our preference and what we’ve always done is to meet for dinner and drinks somewhere. That’s a good no-pressure way to meet and allows see if there is chemistry between us [because it's not ALL about looks!]. We’ve always gone Dutch on the check and never considered offering to pick up the whole tab, to tell you the truth. If we were meeting a single individual, it might be different, but 2 couples, we’re just splitting the check.
Which brings us to our anonymous readers next question. As a general rule, we don’t play on a first date. We have before, and don’t regret doing so, but those are exceptions, and we let the couple we’re going to see for the first time know that before the date [keep in mind that there is nothing really unusual about our approach to first dates, as most of the couples we've known do the exact same thing].
We go on the date assuming that we’ll like the couple and will want to see them again. Don’t forget, by this time we’ve seen pictures and chatted on the phone, so there is some connection already. But, if it goes sour in person, Veronica and I have a code phrase. If either of us utters the code phrase, that clearly communicates “in no way do I want to see these people again”. If Veronica uses it, no matter how hot the woman is and how good of a connection she and I have, we won’t be getting nekkid together. We DO NOT take one for the team- we’re both into the couple or not. No “I’ll fuck her because she really wants to fuck him” for us. That is one of our unbreakable rules. Click here for a recent Swing Shift post about the pitfalls of not insisting on seeing their faces ahead of time, which is also a good example of time one of us invoked the code phrase.
Veronica: If you take no other piece of advice away from Swing Shift, please make it the ‘no taking one for the team’ rule. It can only lead to resentment and issues.
Lastly, about safe sex- don’t ask us. Seriously, safe sex decisions are between you and your primary partner. Long before Veronica and I ever fucked anyone else, we talked over various scenarios and decided what we’re comfortable with. Rather than repeat what I’ve written before, I’d like to direct you to this post from last winter, which spells out our thoughts quite clearly, I think. And I’d encourage you to read the comments on that post as well, as there was quite a good discussion. There was also a short follow-up post here.
On a somewhat related note, Kimberly aka The Errant Wife wrote a great post about sex bloggers and condoms. Click here to read it, if you haven’t already done so.
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Thanks to my anonymous reader for some great questions! I’m looking forward to any comments people leave today. As always, feel free to leave additional questions in the comments section or e-mail me at hubman38 at gmail dot com if you’d prefer to remain anonymous.
Darling Boy are traveling home from Washington DC Monday, so I’ll respond to your comments when I get home later. I also hope to write about the rest of the trip and share some more pictures of the sights and hopefully I’ll have that for Tuesday.
Oh, I almost forgot!!! DB and I meet a blogger friend and her son for dinner on Sunday, the lovely April of April’s Random Showers! She is even cooler [and better looking, if that's possible] in person, and she said she’s gonna write a post about our meeting. I’ll be sure to link to it when she does!
Darling Boy and I had a fun first day of Man Time trip yesterday [scroll down to yesterday's post if you missed it]. After getting to the airport, flying down here, figuring out the DC MetroRail map, getting off the Metro at the station nearest to our hotel and then walking there [but first, walking 3 blocks in the wrong direction 'cause I'm an idiot], we were ready to cool our heals and rest up in preparation for the afternoon.
It didn’t take long for our grumbling stomachs motivated us off our beds in search of food on the way to our first destination. I have to give Veronica credit for finding us a hotel in a great location. We walk out the door of the hotel and this is the site:
We walked the 3 blocks to the Capital building and DB and I starting talking about our form of government. Maybe it’s DB or it’s just the curriculum, but he didn’t know that there are 3 branches of the government. So as part of our trip, which I want to be fun AND educational for him, I want him to see the 3 buildings that represent the three branches. Obviously seeing the Capital Building was easy, and we spent some time hanging out on the Capital steps and taking some pictures. It was a cloudy day with rain in the forecast, but it was still nice to sit on steps and look down the length of the mall and point out some of the sights. I took a ton of pictures, but most of them include DB, so I actually don’t have many that I’m comfortable sharing.
Our grumbling stomachs reminded us to keep moving towards the first museum on our agenda and fortunately a hot dog stand on the way satisfied our hunger.
I think we spent a little over 2 hours in the Air and Space Museum and I was little disappointed that DB did not enjoy it more, as he talked about seeing it A LOT before our trip. But it was a rainy Saturday and VERY crowded, so I think that was part of it. But we still enjoyed our time there. My dad spent his entire working life [and his time in the Army before that] working in aviation and I’ve always been fascinated by flight, so I had a great time. I was last there when I was about 16, with my dad, when we did a day trip, so seeing some historically significant aircraft was great. Who wouldn’t be impressed by seeing Chuck Yeager’s Bell X-1, Lingbergh’s Spirit of St. Louis, a mock-up [I think] of the Wright Bros plane, or the Apollo 11 Command Module? But the trip isn’t about me, I want DB to have fun, so when he was tired of this museum and wanted to go, I readily agreed, even though I could have spent several more hours there.
But, I insisted that we DO NOT go back to the hotel, which is what he wanted to do. It was only around 3pm, so we walked across the mall towards the Museum of Natural History. It’s easy to lure him with the thought of seeing dinosaurs! On the way, the rain really started to pick up as we were passing the National Gallery of Art, so I suggested we go inside.
While we were there I took this picture with my camera phone and Tweeted [or at least attempted to, the signal was really week in there] “He only lasted 25 min, but I got DB into an art museum!” Don’t ask me about this painting, all I know is that DB was wondering why someone would paint a picture with a dead bird. He was really impressed when I explained that the 6 foot tall marble scuplture started out as a single piece of rock and someone painstakingly carved out the final result we saw in front of us! But then the though of seeing dinosaurs took over and we headed down the street to the Museum of Natural History.
We spent about an hour there, but I could tell he was really starting to fade. And to be honest, so was I!! And we had a mile or so to walk to our hotel, so we headed back.
The rest of the day was spent relaxing in the hotel, going out for dinner, then picking up a pint of ice cream to bring back to the hotel and share. We ended the day sitting in bed together, watching football and passing the ice cream back and forth, arguing over who would get the last bite.
Today the weather appears to be more pleasant, which is a good thing, since we plan on walking past the US Supreme Court and all the way down the Capital Mall, seeing the White House, the Washington Monument, and the Vietnam Veteran’s Memorial on the way to the Lincoln Memorial. We also plan to taking the Metro across the river and seeing Arlington Cemetary and The Tomb of the Unknowns.
Now, DB is once again grumbling that he’s hungry [though I am too!] so it’s time to find that bagel store we passed last night. The adventure continues….
Whenever Darling Boy and I have a little time together, he likes to refer to it as “Man Time”. Whether it’s an hour in the car together running some errands or a road trip to my mom’s in PA, when it’s just the two of us it’s Man Time to him.
Sometime over the summer I took Darling Boy to see Night at the Museum 2: Battle of the Smithsonian, which he really enjoyed. After seeing the movie he decided that he would really like to visit the real Smithsonian one of these days and asked if I could take him someday. Fast forward a few weeks to his birthday in early August. Veronica asked him what he would like to do for a birthday party with some of his friends. Imagine our surprise and delight when he said he didn’t want a birthday party, he wanted his dad to take him to the Smithsonian!
Today, I’m taking him on that trip!
This morning we’re catching a plane to Reagan National Airport, taking the Metro into the city, and this afternoon will find us in the Air and Space Museum. And since we’re making the trip already, we’re going to stay for 2 nights and visit some other sites while we’re there.
We’ll walk the length of the Capital Mall and visit some of the monuments. Hopefully we can take a tour of the Capital Building and I can teach him a little about civics and government. I want him to see the US Supreme Court, we’ll walk past the White House [it's too bad that my friend with White House access is out of town this weekend...], we’ll find my dad’s cousin’s name of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, and he’s even expressed interest in going to Arlington National Cemetary and seeing the Tomb of the Unknowns and admiring the soldiers of the Third United States Infantry Regiment, aka The Old Guard.
I don’t know who is more excited about the trip, him or me!
Now, it’s about 6am and time to wake my boy up for our trip!
Have a great weekend!!
Wednesday morning Veronica suggested that I get out the Liberator wedge and ramp and perhaps having some lube handy would be a good idea for after the kids went to bed. Apparently, someone was in the mood to be restrained and butt-fucked. So I took a little initiative and had the Flip video camera ready as well 
The good news? The sex was great AND I got it all on video.
The bad news? The goddamn camera software keeps crashing and I can’t get it off the camera OR capture any stills. And, I have a really long day Friday, date night with Veronica, then DB and I are flying to Washington DC Saturday morning for a little man-trip/ sightseeing. So I won’t have the time to mess with the software until Monday night. Y’all will just have to wait…
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Veronica did this meme the other day, so I thought I’d steal it:
4 jobs I have had:
1. Personal trainer
2. Offset printing press operator
3. Pizza delivery driver
4. Summer camp sports director
4 movies I can watch over and over
1. Braveheart
2. The Hunt for Red October
3. Any of the original Star Wars trilogy
4. Gladiator
4 places I have lived (See Veronica’s answers for some other places)
1. Long Island, NY
2. State College, PA
3. San Antonio, TX
4. Keene, NH
4 TV shows I love
1. CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
2. Pardon the Interruption
3. Dirty Jobs
4. Just about any football game
4 places I have been on vacation (These are the same as Veronica’s answers…)
1. Miami, FL
2. San Diego, CA
3. The Poconos, PA (Honeymoon)
4. Seattle, WA
4 of my favorite dishes
1. Lasagna
2. Veronica’s chicken parmigiana
3. A nice juicy steak
4. Veronica’s chili
4 Websites I Visit Daily
1. Another Suburban Mom
2. ESPN
3. Swappernet
4. The Daily Beast
4 Places I Dream of Going
1. Vegas Baby (In a few weeks)
2. Italy
3. London, England
4. Hawaii
You are supposed to tag four bloggers with this meme, but I’m going to. Feel free to steal this if you’d like…
I step into the shower and open the window, enjoying the contrast between the cool night air and the warm water.
Can someone see me? If they can, will they stop and watch?
Will they catch a glimpse of me and wonder what I’m doing? Is the image falsely suggestive? Maybe, maybe not. Perhaps Veronica is in the shower with me and my hand is on top of her head, controlling her as I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth. Or perhaps I’m alone, thinking of you, dear reader, as I stroke my erect cock.
Or maybe it’s just an innocent moment caught in time…
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Veronica is returning to her Housework HNT series this week and doing her best to combat the dust-bunnies.
Visit Osbasso to see who else is getting half-nekkid this week and there is always The Other HNT for the NSFW variety of nekkidness.
Last week I wrote a piece of erotica inspired by a blogger friend of mine and she liked it so much that she decided to continue the story were I left off. Since she’s a vanilla/mommy blogger whose parents read her blog, I asked if I could share it here. I’m “Jack” in her story. I’m sure she would appreciate any comments on her story…
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Licking Veronica’s hot, wet pussy while her husband teases my own with his lips and tongue is a sensation like nothing I’ve ever felt before. From the corner of my eye, I can see Veronica is greedily taking Rob’s long hard cock deep into her mouth even as her hips writhe beneath me. Seeing his obvious pleasure at her skills enhances my own.
As the storm continues to rage outside, I can feel a matching storm rising in my own body. But, as good as it feels – as much as I want that over-the-top orgasm that I know is only moments away – I want to make sure that Veronica’s is just as amazing. Taking my cue from Jack, I think about what I would like.
So, as I suck and lick her clit and soft folds, I slip two fingers inside her deliciously wet pussy, gently at first, then deeper and harder. I know I’ve hit the right spot when I hear her moan and feel her lift her hips closer to me. I want to make her come even more than I want it for myself. I want to feel her hot orgasm against my tongue, to hear her cry out, to taste her as she explodes with pleasure.
But even while I’m concentrating on Veronica’s pleasure, I can feel my own building. Jack is aware of both of our imminent orgasms and skillfully manages to bring me over the edge just moments after I feel Veronica’s hot pussy pulsating tightly around my fingers and tongue. We each cry out, one after the other.
When I can move again, I slide myself up along Veronica’s body, running my hands along her lovely hips and thighs, kissing her stomach, her ribs, her beautiful, perky breasts.
“Mmmm. Thank you” I whisper with a smile.
“No, thank you,” she laughs.
But we both know the fun isn’t over yet.
With a glance and a grin, the men seem to come to an unspoken agreement.
Jack moves toward me, where I’m resting my head on his wife’s breast. From the other side, Rob approaches Veronica. Jack lifts my legs onto his shoulders as Rob gently urges Veronica onto her hands and knees in front of him.
It’s good that I’m still so wet from his tongue and my previous orgasm, because neither of us is interested in slow and gentle right now. In one deep stroke, he fills me. And then he’s pounding his long, hard cock against my g-spot so hard, I can feel another orgasm building in just seconds. And I know he’s not far behind.
Less than a foot away, I watch as Rob fucks Veronica just as hard and fast. I never thought I could be so turned on watching my husband fuck another woman. But I am. Even more so because I can still taste her on my own lips. And because I can see that she’s turned on watching her husband’s cock move in and out of me.
I lift my hips to match Jack’s thrusts, grinding against him, encouraging him deeper and faster. He’s happy to oblige, pushing me over the edge again before coming deep inside me. The orgasm is so intense, I barely notice as Rob and Veronica have their mutual happy ending, too.
We all lay in a big naked puppy pile for several minutes. I’m sated and happy and thankful for our new friends. And hopeful for repeat performances.
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Happy Hump Day!!!
Most of us are aware that October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. This time last year I was still a fairly new blogger and was slow to catch on with stuff on the blogosphere that supports it, such as Boobiethon.
This year, I hope to do better, starting with the Boobiethon link I’ve added to my sidebar. And if you look at my Twitter page, there is a cute little icon over my avatar, which I’m going to leave there until the end of October.
I’d encourage each and every one of you to do what you can to support efforts to find a cure not just for cancer but for all forms of cancer. Who doesn’t have a friend or family member who had cancer? You say don’t know someone? Just go visit my friend Saucy Wildcat. Now you do.
My mother is a breast cancer survivor. In January 1989 she had a radical mastecomy, which for those of you who are not familiar with the terminology means they removed the entire breast. Fortunately, she has been cancer free ever since and has had reconstructive surgery, but not every woman is as lucky.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. I hope it inspires you to do something in support of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
