I cannot post a picture of the thing I'm about to tell you. It's not something I'm willing to photograph. First of all, it's ugly. Second, it's a little too private for a non-private blog.
It's my sunburn. It's really bad. And I feel really stupid, because in my forty...(ahem, mumble...) years, I've had some bad ones. I'm a fair-skinned redhead (does the alarming accumulation of gray mean I'm not a redhead anymore?), and I know that I burn easily. In the past few years, I've realized that I burn even EASIER than I did when I was younger. So I'm always very careful, at least after the first sunburn of the season. But this year? This year it's worse. So much worse.
I have no excuse. I was busy driving the boat while Dennis fiddled with the non-functioning trim adjusting thingy, and I never got around to the sunscreen. Bless Kate, she did my back, and I have her fingerprints sunburned on my shoulders, so at least my back isn't burned. But my front, oh my goodness, my purple, itchy, painful front!
I was so uncomfortable last night that I was sure if I banged my head on the wall repeatedly, I would feel better. I had just enough sense left to refrain. Instead, I pulled my hair. It helped! You should try it next time you have a bad sunburn.
NO WAY. I just had a great idea. Maybe if I give myself a triple dose of cough syrup, I'll feel better! It worked for Kate, and I'm getting desperate...
Word to the Wise: Remember the sunscreen.
21 hours ago