I heard a funny story today about my friend Rachel's cervix. She said her doctor told her once not to clench her muscles during her pelvic exam because "Honey, you're gonna have to relax. When you tense up, your cervix goes to China."
I've never paid Rachel's cervix any mind before hearing this story. Now I can't stop picturing it...on vacation. In China. So here's an illustration of Rachel's cervix in Tianamen Square, taking in a bit of sightseeing. I don't know if it's covering Mao's portrait in symbolic political protest or not (Rachel's cervix is subtle like that). I am concerned, however, with the amount of exposure to direct sunlight Rachel's cervix is getting. It's gonna dry out and shrivel up! Also, what's up with Rachel's cervix packing two bags for the trip? It's not wearing anything!
I must say, I do like drawing Rachel's cervix in crayon. I may stretch this out into a series of pictures of her cervix on exotic locations; a sort of 'cervical seven wonders of the world.'
Oh, and Rachel, thanks for the amazing cervical imagery today. I had a super-crappy day, but you saved it. But now I fear your jet-setting cervix will haunt me in my sleep. I've created a cervical monster.
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