Fancy meeting you here.

I needed something to occupy some of my time and make me feel a little more important, so here it is: A blog to fill with daily complaints and annoyances, things I dig, and whatever I feel like throwing in the mix.

So what's all this talk about vaginas?
I don't know. Vaginas are funny. "Vagina" is a funny and versatile word. There are more slang words for "vagina" than any other word in the English language. That might not be true, but I'd like it to be. Being a sassy broad, I have no shame in talking about my vagina, your vagina, your wife's vagina, your mother's vagina... I don't care. They're all hilarious and I would love to talk to you about any vaginas you know, want to know, or knew in a past life. I'm going to the vagina doctor tomorrow, so we can all talk about my vagina. I must warn you, though: Not all of my posts will be about vaginas. In fact, most of them won't be about vaginas unless I'm asked to post something or asked a specific question, which I'm definitely not opposed to answering. On to the boring shit...

I've been a citizen of Planet Earth for nearly 24 years. I have a husband-to-be, a 1-month old baby, two cats, a fish, a sense of humor, a knack for making cupcakes, a temper, and 10 pounds of extra baby weight to lose. I go to school, make cupcakes, and try to keep our cats from destroying our apartment.

I promise to be mildly entertaining.