My make-up is freshly applied.
My legs and underarms are clean-shaven.
I've spritzed a tiny spray of perfume, but nothing too heavy, a very light, lemony fragrance.
I've donned a nice, lightweight outfit and spiffed up my shoes.
I have butterflies in my tummy, after all, this only happens once a year.
Yes, I'm all gussied up and getting ready to head out the door.
Can you guess where I'm going?
That's right, it's my yearly pap smear.