I would love to whine to you about the week I've had, but guess what?
You don't care!
Oh, I know you sort of care – but there are limits to how much whining any of us want to listen to.
It's my own fault, anyway. I way overbooked myself this week with things like shooting baseball games four hundred bazilion miles away from where I live, spending Wednesday giving a full day photography lesson to someone (which was fun, but this probably wasn't the best week to schedule it), editing hundreds upon hundreds of photos, trying to talk myself down from intense arm pain/bionic complications, coordinating some family cross country logistics and blah, blah, blah!
Also, if I owe you an email – I apologize. I'm so behind on email (and everything else!) right now.
Guess what I'm doing today?
I'm having a spectator put into my va-jay-jay.
I know, you're thinking, "Twenty Four, it's called a speculum not a spectator!"
But as far as I'm concerned it's a spectator.
I mean, it feels like a full sized, adult, spectator is shoved in there when you have an exam, doesn't it?
(Male readers? You get a pass on that question!)
And my doc gets up close and personal with my girly parts … speculating on what I've got down there.
So yeah, Annual Spectator Day with Dr. Mary Sunshine.
Better known as a poon peek!
Jealous, aren't you?
In totally unrelated news …
Here's what I looked like on Wednesday afternoon after spending a few hours teaching photography:
(Hairstyle courtesy of the ocean breeze.)
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