Why I hate the sun
Does everyone remember seeing the picture of me after my first SCA event? No? Here it is. (I still need to make a partlet for my Venetian, too. Maybe I'll get on that before the weekend is over.) See also the strange yellow color that my tan is. Instead of looking tanned like normal people, I look jaundiced.
My sunburn right now is exactly that shade of red. The only difference is that it starts a handswidth down from my shoulder and extends to nearly my wrist. And my forehead and nose are also a more pinkish red. I'd show you a picture, but it hurts to bend my arms that much. At least I can wear a shirt and bra with this one.
Never, ever listen to your dad when he says, "Oh, come on. It won't take long. We'll be done in no time at all." My dad is a big fat liar. We were out there from about 12:30 to five o'clock, with a twenty minute break around 2:30. This is bad, especially when you are a moron and forget to put on sunblock. This is why I can't be a farmer -- they'd have to cut my ears off by the time I was 45 because of the skin cancer. I guess that means that professional golf is also out as a career.
I used to play outside all day when I was little in limited amounts of clothing. Why the hell can't I make it through a day in the sun anymore? Admittedly, I only get blistering burns when I spend a day on the water, but this scalding nonsense isn't very enjoyable either.
Farmer's Tan 2008 is off to a rousing start, at least.
My sunburn right now is exactly that shade of red. The only difference is that it starts a handswidth down from my shoulder and extends to nearly my wrist. And my forehead and nose are also a more pinkish red. I'd show you a picture, but it hurts to bend my arms that much. At least I can wear a shirt and bra with this one.
Never, ever listen to your dad when he says, "Oh, come on. It won't take long. We'll be done in no time at all." My dad is a big fat liar. We were out there from about 12:30 to five o'clock, with a twenty minute break around 2:30. This is bad, especially when you are a moron and forget to put on sunblock. This is why I can't be a farmer -- they'd have to cut my ears off by the time I was 45 because of the skin cancer. I guess that means that professional golf is also out as a career.
I used to play outside all day when I was little in limited amounts of clothing. Why the hell can't I make it through a day in the sun anymore? Admittedly, I only get blistering burns when I spend a day on the water, but this scalding nonsense isn't very enjoyable either.
Farmer's Tan 2008 is off to a rousing start, at least.