Wuthering Hyders

I'm Stupid



Maybe not so much that I'm stupid as I did something stupid. Allow me to explain. The weather was nearly perfect yesterday. Only about seventy-some degrees, very few clouds, and a nice breeze blowing. I (having received a boost of confidence from witnessing overweight, middle-aged women in bathing suits at the beach the day before [I mean, seriously, if THEY can wear one in public then surely I can wear one in my backyard!]) decided it would be a perfect day to get some sun. I put sunscreen on the kids and sent them to the sandbox and Heath went to work mowing the lawn. I made myself at home on the deck with the latest Cosmo (not the most enlightening reading, yet ideal for sun-bathing) and a bottle of tan-enhancer. Now, I used to do this sort of thing all the time back in my teens and early twenties, but there are parts of my body that have not seen the light of day in five years thanks to my having children. It would seem that, in those five years, I have forgotten everything I once knew about sun-bathing. First of all, the enhancing lotion was a bad, BAD idea. Secondly, choosing the time of day when the sun is at its most direct. Finally, neglecting to remember that just because you don't FEEL a sunburn yet, doesn't mean you don't already have one.

I hurt. I hurt and it's my own stupid fault. I've been wearing as little as possible and basting myself in aloe all day. The aloe is so cold and it feels great, but oh, how it hurts to rub it into my skin! I know, I'm whining, but I'm not asking for pity here. I know I have no one to blame but myself. I just reserve the right to complain that it feels like my skin is on fire, and NOT in a good way.

On the bright side, Heath got my computer back up and running this morning. Yay! I know I've said this before, but I've REALLY missed it. I'm going to warn you right now, that I've been going through picture posting withdrawal, so be prepared. Now that I can put new pictures onto the computer again I may get a little carried away. For now, I'm going to go baste myself again and hope Charlie doesn't like the taste of aloe.