A trip to the women’s clinic deserves a treat.
For those of you who DON’T know why, let this picture illustrate:

I never want to hear the following cheerily said, ever again:
“Aaaaand…there’s your cervix!”

While according to the good nurse I was STD-FREE (thank GOD, as I am SUCH a SLUT), I went to CVS to pick up some DRUGS to treat my aching bronchial tubes. (I used to NEVER get sick, what the fuck?) I can’t believe I picked MUCINEX, because of that frickin’ brand mascot that I hate:

Argh.

An’ another thing…Heather always used to tell me about her wild southern-indiana high school days, where she and her friends would chug this Robitussin rip-off called “Tussin.” I thought it was an urban drug myth. Until today.

As a reward for surviving this morning’s Adventure in Gynocological Stirrups, I decided to treat myself to the Led Zeppelin 2-Disc DVD set I’ve always wanted.

I’m gonna wash down some Mucinex with some ‘Tussin and go watch it.