Good news is... I'm almost caught up on my invoicing! I'd been so slack I discovered stuff from December I'd overlooked - tsk tsk! Only a couple more to go (and thankfully they are current - not embarrassingly overdue) then I'll be back in the blogosphere and catching up with all my favourite bitches!
Speaking of overdue...
haha No! No! Not preggers! Gotcha!
I'm well overdue for that delightful bi-annual event - the Pap Smear. I fucking HATE pap smears! I mostly hate the fact that I have to get the hedge trimmer out and attack my downstairs 70s bush (it's actually beyond 70s bush now and more like actual bush - like outback, rainforest bush... nasty). Got an appointment this arvo and I'm soooo not looking forward to it!
My first pap smear involved the Doc clamping open my golden snatch, then walking back to get her instruments... as she walked back towards me, a few feet away she tripped over, laughed and said 'Aren't you glad I didn't do that any closer to your beaver' (beaver may be an embellishment). Ummmmm? Fucking oath I am!
Another time, the clamp pinched my precious spadger so much I had to scream.
I'm sure I'm not alone in these hideous experiences!
Bad news? If you're over due... I command you to take my lead and book yourself in TODAY! It might be a very uncomfortable few minutes... but it's a small price to pay (considering it could save your fucking life).
Wish me... and my gutted ewok... good luck!