Guess how I’m spending my summer?
Obviously roasting my poor, pallid, not used to sunshine skin!
That’s what I get for spending not one, but two days at the pool. And for being of Irish heritage. Yes. My shoulders, nose and the tops of my thighs are tender to the touch and a lovely (or not) shade of dark rose.
Add that to beginning to work out on Saturday, and I’m one tired, achy, sore chic.
And we have beach plans for Saturday. Maybe I’ll be healed by then. And buy some better sunscreen.
Ah summer-what power you have to make us suffer and like it!