I'd Like an Application, Please.
I've decided that every bottle of sunscreen should come with an applicator. Preferably in the form of a hot man with great hands.
I've turned on my air conditioner, and now I'm going out to read and enjoy the sunshine while I wait for the apartment to be cool enough to start baking. Chocolate cake first, but that's from a mix. I'm not putting the effort into a cake from scratch until I've tested the oven a bit more. After that, if I'm still in a baking mood, it'll be challah, brioche, or cookies. Yay!
I shall no doubt come back burned and even frecklier than I already am, despite my liberal slathering of SPF 50 sunblock. Ah, well. It's worth it to be outside today.
I've turned on my air conditioner, and now I'm going out to read and enjoy the sunshine while I wait for the apartment to be cool enough to start baking. Chocolate cake first, but that's from a mix. I'm not putting the effort into a cake from scratch until I've tested the oven a bit more. After that, if I'm still in a baking mood, it'll be challah, brioche, or cookies. Yay!
I shall no doubt come back burned and even frecklier than I already am, despite my liberal slathering of SPF 50 sunblock. Ah, well. It's worth it to be outside today.