the inner ridges of my shoulder blades itch like nobody’s business as a result of this weekend’s sort-of-sunburn…
and since i’m not Stretch Armstrong*, i basically had to hug myself to reach the right spot.
don’t worry. it felt as weird as it sounds.
(*for those of you not born yet or vaguely conscious in the 90’s, Stretch Armstrong was a shitty toy that made really big promises (arms and legs that stretched for feet! feet!) and delivered nothing. nothing except a nine year old Amanda who accidentally slapped herself in the face while pulling on his leg.)