My gynecologist is so charming. She's petite, she's nice, she's sweet - but dangit, she needs to change the photos on her ceiling.
Going to the gynecologist is never fun, but every gal needs to do it. The crazy thing is that at my gynecologist? Whenever I lay down on that table and await being in the most awkward position I'll ever be in under bright lights, My head looks straight up to the ceiling and nine times out of ten, this is what I will see:
Some stupid fucking Anne Geddes flowerpot kid.
And that's what makes my trip to the cooter mechanic the worst of all. The end.