I’m burnt to a crisp, but unlike my Irish brethren it actually suits me… I know that tonight/tomorrow my country will be filled with lobster-red uncomfortable people. Hehehehehh. Me? I’m done to a turn nicely. Yet another good Irish term…
I had my MRI today! Man, I’ve been through a few but maybe I blocked the memory or sommat… In any case, I was fully aware that I could not sit up, move my arms , or even open my eyes because seeing the ceiling of my prison was too scary… I’m usually only claustrophobic in crowds, but daaaaam, that’s a tight fit.
But again – because it was and is a nice warm day (despite the wind) I dressed in next to nothing, for me… A way-too-tight/small sports bra, a tank top (known as a vest here for reasons unknown to me) and best of all, a spandex ‘skorts’ thingamajig that Socks sent to me years ago.
Yep, I’m 40, and chubby… But half the battle is being confident, right? I looked awesome for an old fat chick. And! I actually made an effort and shaved me legs, woot… AND! Painted my toenails. I promise you, this is 100% a shot of me feets, right now!