Delicate flower June 9, 2008 ~ 9:28 am
Posted by Julie in : About a Julz , trackbackOn occasion, Rick calls me a delicate flower or a delicate hothouse flower since I am sick or ailing more of the time than a “normal person” (I guess). To prove his point, I got sunburned this weekend. While sitting under a tree.
Saturday, I was very good and applied the sunscreen thoroughly, since we were going to be in the park all day for Samang’s party. No sunburn. Yesterday, we got up at 6 a.m. to drive into the city and find parking (construction is a bitch on traffic and Rick needed the car in Manhattan for this morning). Now, I do not wake up well. I may appear to be functioning, but that is only because I have routines when I get up and I can walk through them blindfolded. Feed cats. Clean litter boxes. Give Joe his medicine. Clean my rook piercing. Brush teeth and hair. Take allergy meds. Get dressed. I can do all that stuff. Anything beyond it? That’s asking for trouble. So of course, I forgot my sunscreen yesterday morning, because that is not in the normal routine. I realized it several hours later when we were leaving for Sage’s soccer game, and thought “Shit. Oh well, I’ll sit under the trees.” And I did that. But last night when I got home and took of my tank top, I realized that my shoulders and decollete were kind of red. To make it funnier, I was wearing a tank top with parts cut out (designer tank snagged at a street fair for half price), and so I have marks where the cut outs were.
I think Rick is right, because who the hell gets burnt sitting under a tree? Only a delicate flower. And he wonders why I don’t want to go out when it’s that hot and sunny…
Comments
I know what you mean about mornings. I’m the same way. Throw my routine and it blows my whole day.
Other than your issue with burning easily, I have trouble thinking of you as “delicate”. Feminine, certainly, but delicate? Not so sure.
Still, I’d love to see a pick of the new designs from the sun.
Oh Vince, we all know you just want a picture of Julie’s cleavage.
Duh!
I was trying say it in a “polite” way.
Hahahaha!