This is EXACTLY the sort of thing you want to see before heading off to your vaginalyzer, ain’t it? *sigh*
In other news, Thom has taken to calling me “She Who’s Uterus Will Soon Fit a Football.” Uncle. (Get it? Uncle? Uncle Thom and his stinky cabin? Also why is this post still happening? I don’t think I can take anymore. Said my uterus. Yet somehow this post is still happening.) *drops keyboard and runs*
*sprints back and picks up keyboard*
I wrote more mess over at Sprocket about how St. Patty’s day sucks. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t still drink an entire keg on my behalf.
*drops keyboard again, considers running but realizes excessive panting is probably not a good thing, wheezes out front door and forgets keys*