In a hushed voice, she sat us down, cradling a glass of pinot noir in her hands. She told us she had something important to tell us, something... “embarrassing”. Although concerned for her, we all leaned forward and licked our lips in anticipation. “Guys,” she swallowed and then said in a hushed voice, “I have a retroverted uterus.” We gasped. We murmured sympathies. We hugged it out. In … [Read more...]