Red

I'm typing in RED today for a very special reason.

Well, for maybe a few special reasons.

Actually, maybe they aren't all that special, just one or two of them.

Currently, I am no longer a "white" female. No, no. Due to my idiotic sit by the pool on Saturday, I am a "red" female. I'm pretty much crispy, as in, burnt to a crisp, aka fried. So, in this case, RED isn't very special; just a pretty dumb thing on my part for not wearing sunscreen and really just thinking 30 minutes wouldn't do much. HAHA!

Another reason I'm writing in RED is that I just painted my fingernails a wicked shade of RED and it makes me quite happy. Even though I'm generally not very good at the whole nail painting thing (they usually look as if a 2 year old painted them), today, they actually look quite splended and I feel kind of sexy!!!!

And the last reason why I'm writing in RED is kind of a long, hairy story. The shortened version is that Ben bought himself a motorcycle, yes, you read it right, a motorcycle. I am nervous as hell to get on the thing but I made Ben get me a helmet. I tried a bunch on and even though any helmet you try on makes you look like a dork, I finally picked out a fancy, sexy RED helmet. I look especially sexy while I'm wearing it and now, with the red fingernails, it'll look even better!!! I still am a nervous wreck riding on the thing and freak out when I know Ben is on it...but I've had fun about 20% of the time while on it.

Well, that's about it, folks. No more reasons to continue my RED post.