Crispy. Burned. Lobster. Tomato. = Me. :(
Saturday afternoon Cooper and I enjoyed the sun shine a little too much, as I finished up a book and he soaked in the rays. Upon coming inside and getting ready for a Crawfish Boil later that evening, I happened to glance in the mirror and gasped in horror. Mr. Smith, upon returning from a day of turkey hunting (yet still no meat... what gives?), also gasped in horror and then laughed hysterically.
I'm sitting here two days later and still in pain. I really should know better by now, but it just felt so good sitting outside! It wasn't even that hot, so how was I suppose to know I was damaging my skin?
My co-workers are getting a good chuckle out of this today, so thankfully I've provided some humor on this Monday.