>I’ve been staring at a blank screen for ages with no idea how to start this post. Maybe a bullet point list would be best.
- In London, I suffered a mysterious allergic reaction which left me with a severe rash all over my body. If you think that’s gross, then you should stop reading, because this is just the first in a loooong list of ailments.
- On getting back to Ireland, I started to get mysterious chest pains, which is how I ended up in an emergency room at 4am watching Euronews on a loop. Interesting side note – I learned that I have relatively few opiate receptors, which means that hard drugs (and the painkillers they gave me in the waiting room) have no effect on me. Go figure.
- Then, the day after all that happened, a filling fell out while I was chewing a piece of gum, which was just heaping insult upon insult to injury.
With one exception. Hallowe’en costumes. Yep, I know it’s a while off. Hopefully you’ll forgive me for being so pre-emptory, but this is the one cogent idea I have managed to have in between gobbling Difene and jelly worms courtesy of Aisling (the jelly worms that is, not the Difene) and chats with herself and Dawn .
Myself and the boyfriend will be going as Peg and Al Bundy, which is appropriate, because his name is Al and he works in a shoe shop and I sit on my ass all day watching Oprah and scarfing bonbons while engaging in borderline sex-pestery. It’s a hard knock life.
The formula: A hell of a lot of animal print, shiny tight pants, carrot-red hair dye , Snooki-style Bumpits and a vat of Aquanett (sorry ozone layer, but something’s got to give).
Oh Peg. You complete me. Why can’t we be best friends?