Va jay jay

Yup... I said it.

I like to hear happy things from my doctor. Love to even. Except when that doctor asks me to drop my knees and when I explain that no really, that's it, they don't drop anymore, he asks me if they will replace my hips. I said, no, not for another fifteen years or so. Then (and I admit I was asking for it when I did this) I said, jokingly, that I was too young to be this broken down. Now here, my friends, is where I don't need to hear the silver lining. I don't need to hear the words "Well your vagina is in good shape" from the man who is elbow deep in aforementioned hoohah. For crying out loud.