And speaking about my Lady Bits (and, let’s face it, when am I NOT?), I think that in order for me to get past the burning, scorching horror in which I currently dwell, I just really need to say out loud that MY VAGINE IS A BATTLEFIELD.
Two words: FINGERNAILS and MONISTAT.
Whose shrieks and howls of the damned are these when I pee?
Oh, they’re mine.
That is all.