Me time

Imagine. No children. A quiet room. Low lighting. Comfortable clothing. Hands behind your head. Warm gel on your breast because...... youre getting an ultra sound. Frankly, it was heavenly. 

Novice mashed potato bazingas.  I think that's the technical term. This isn't the first time I've had to get checked and I'm pretty sure it isn't the last. At least this time I put the robe on correctly.