Today one of my favorite co-cranks goes under the knife in pursuit of future fertility.
I wish I were in the operating room right now giving helpful tips to the surgeons.
"Says here the uterus should be pink. What you have there is really more of a dusty rose. I'd keep looking if I were you."
"Hey, shouldn't you be using a salad fork rather than a dinner fork? Were you brought up in a barn?"
"Wait, don't cut that! She needs her aorta!"
Thinking of you today, cranky grrl.