I’ve been putting off these calls, but I made them today:
To my gynecologist to make an appointment to have my lady bits examined. Because that’s all kinds of fun.
To radiology to make an appointment to have my breasts squished. Because if you’re going to have your lady bits examined, you might as well go whole hog and have a stranger fondle you.
To the salon to make an appointment for my hair to be cut. By someone I’ve never laid eyes on. Because my regular stylist decided that propagating the species was more important than my hair.
Is it STILL Monday?