A "Bog" by Any Other Name

My mother asked me "What's that thing Nancy writes? A bog?"

I said, "It's a blog."

"OK," She said. "I wrote a blog in my head this morning. It goes like this.

I'm sitting on the toilet and the CNA asks me 'Are you finished?'
I answer, 'No, I'm Swedish.'
She then asks, 'Am I rushing you?'
I answer, 'No, I told you, I'm Swedish, not Russian.
She says, 'You're quite frank about this.'
I say, 'If you want to see Frank, he's on the other John.' "

Please, God, let my brain be as intact as hers when I'm 87!