Posted by: aauntiem | April 14, 2010

Date with Destiny

In one hour, I have a date with the limits of my very existence. The dual involves a blade, my body, and a drive to the other side of town. It is not West Side Story.

I will come out alive but my ba-jinga may not survive. This real folks. This is nasty. This sheer terror. Let us hope that I live to tell the harrowing tale of my visit to the OBGYN.

For now, let us clear our minds and think of nice things.


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