The Art of the Pap Smear...

so i had a doctors appointment yesterday afternoon, and as you can tell from the choice graphic, it wasnt an eye exam folks. it was the one we all dread for the entire year, unless you are severly lacking in action and then hell, who knows! (and i am assuming only women are reading this, and if i am wrong, after this entry i wont be) so let me set the stage for my appointment with Dr. Blue Eyes as i refer to him...i just happened to chose a doctor (off the advice of friends and family and without seeing him for your information) that is a complete babe for a guy who is 40! he has these crazy eyes that are so f ' n blue you can see right thru them...am i gushing?

anyways, it is really hard to stay focused when he is talking, i find myself staring right at him, then i realize i am daydreaming and have to actually shake myself a little to get it back to reality! those eyes are a killer. anyhow, back to the pap smear!

so we are chatting yesterday pre-pap and then i realize its really hard to pull off my normally chatty charm in a pressed black turtleneck, a lap napkin (as i lovingly call those little peices of cloth they give you to make you feel covered) and knee high argyle socks. i looked sassy before we removed my pants from the equation. however, post pants removal i looked a little strange, yet still tried small talk and clever banter with the Doc. not sure how to pull off clever small talk when some one is staring intently at your southern region looking for anything unusual or out of the ordinary! i kept wanting to ask if everything looked ok down there or something absurd like that! i somehow managed to keep that to myself, but got the church giggles and couldn't stop laughing! seriously, how old am i? giggle fits and pap smears are not always in a sentence together. i can assure you that is the first time i have said them together, must be the hormones...