I know I’ve got ovaries. They do all the expected hormonal things, and the endometrium routinely dies of boredom. But contrary to the hopes of this Boston review, even these cannot inspire me to want to see the new Sex and the City film.
Besides, the lavender has started to bloom, and there are new garden beds to be dug out from the lawn. And maybe even a pond to start!
[Wordpress asks if I’d like to use some of the “most used tags” to label my post. Where’s the fun in that?]