Baking bread

Hola mis amigos! I'm back! I had an enjoyable trip and I have tan, peeling skin to prove it. I also have a nice little yeast infection thanks to the antibiotics I had to take to kill the bacteria I somehow ingested (that should mollify a few of you jealous bitches out there that were left behind). I haven't had a yeast infection in a long time (what, TMI? Um, there's no such thing on my blog so unless you don't want to hear the gritty details of my life you might want to check out some other do-gooder blog out there). I have eaten yogurt, taken the pills and it's still driving me f-ing crazy! This is one of those times when I really really hate having a vagina. I tried to stay home as much as possible today so as to avoid the "itchy-crotch" walk/dance that one must do so as not to itch themselves in public (this is also known as the "I have a wedgie and I'm trying to work it out using the force of my butt cheeks alone" walk). Now, if I were a guy I'd just scratch myself whenever necessary and not think twice about it, but since I am a girl and thus have a more delicate sense of propriety (not much but it's there) I would be forced to do the funny walk or be rushing to the bathroom every 15 minutes. Frickin yeast.