Rumpelstiltskin!!!

Erm...I'm not entirely certain what possessed me to call this post that, but I've just had a singularly strong cup of Irish Breakfast, so you're going to have to bear with me, here. Dre, mah dolly, I am sorry I didn't post pics soon, but the skin is just healing up, and I'm able to go swimming. Yay.
Oh. Hey, you guys. I am Getting into Shape. Yes, yes. Well, this week, I am. I realised that I have gooey bits that I'm not happy about. Don't get me wrong, I like certain bits of me to be not-so-tucked and firm, but there is a certain Individual Who Will Remain Unnamed who constantly makes me feel her muscles. And I feel...diminutive. So I shall therefore...do a couple crunches and pushups and swim a little, to make myself feel better.
The only trouble is, I would really love to play footy. We've just set up some poles in the back yard to make a pitch, but the game comes round when I'm getting dinner ready. So. I shall...simply have to go to the gym.
Yes. The gym.
The Man with the Camera is coming home soon, so I shall snag him to take a couple snaps of my new inky splotch, so consider yourself warned.
I have NOT been writing poetry.
I am re-reading the Gulistan of S'adi, hoping it will get me back into the groove, but I am also interspersing it with paragraphs of So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish, so that'll probably go to pot.
Anyhow.
I'm so free, livin' right under this coconut tree.