Knit one, vulva two. Or is it knit one, purl two? I'm definitely late coming to this party but better late than never. I thought that after the Vaginal Yogurt scandal and my crack reporting on Vaginal Weightlifting that the hoo hoo was out of wondrous activities. I was wrong. Again. I give you Vaginal Knitting.
Hangovers are the worst. And all of us have had them (some, admittedly, more than others). Despite the advances we've seen in various scientific channels over the years, nobody seems to have found a definitive cure for this ailment that comes courtesy of the combination of being irresponsible and mass amounts of alcohol.
Mother's Day didn't exactly go as planned. Well, not as Hallmark would have planned it anyway. The first departure from the idyllic script was that I was a little hungover. It was not a raging headache, in fact, better than I might have expected when I went to bed, but still enough to put me off my game.