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.
Brave soul! Hope it goes well. Had a friend fall off the table in high school (think: scoot forward a little more) only to meet her new boyfriend's family that same evening...yep, the doctor's son. Remembering that story provides some relief while visiting the doctor!
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