Sisters, sisters. There were never such devoted sisters!
or
No I'm just tryin' to have me some fun
Well done, hot dog bun, my sister's a nun!

I did not choose the costume. It was chosen for me.
And, with the enthusiasm of a child dressing as WonderWoman or BatMan, I allowed myself to play make-believe I'm a super hero for one night. And it was incredibly comfortable. Until it started to give me a headache... which was OK. The head-ache kept me well rested and sober for that 4:00am run to the emrgency room.

And I was just a nun. Not a naughty nun, mean nun, goofy nun or pregnant nun. It suited me. And to jolly up Bridget in the ER I grabbed one of the white blankets with the blue lines at each end and asked her if I should be Mother Teresa next year. She didn't laugh - but the look of horror on her face showed that her mind was momentarily off of her pain.