Boy did I get burnt, french fried, and just a wee bit crispy.We took a stay-cation this past weekend, and ventured out to the beach for a day trip on Saturday. It was tons of fun, but we all got a little toasty. It wasn't as if I didn't apply sunblock. Actually, the spots I applied block to, are just fine. It's my back. The part I can't reach and so asked Jeremy to slather me up.
His African American heritage allows him to have enough melanin that he's never burnt, well, until the other day at the pool when he foolishly didn't want to put any on. "OH I'll be FINNNNNNNNEEEE" he said. Hahahahahhahaha...oh wait, did I just evilly cackle out loud? whoops! Yes that's right, he actually got burnt.
Being a novice at such things as sunblock application, Jeremy didn't apply the lotion well at all and now I have swirls on my back. One spot looks like a wing. He felt so bad, I burnt so badly. "OH man, I'm fired. Don't ever make me do this job again," He exclaimed when he saw my back. So I fired him, and hired Ruthie instead. She has been the new back sunblock-applier-person.
We did have a blast at the beach though. It was nice to be on a mini-vacation with just the five of us. The kids loved the sand, digging large holes for unsuspecting persons to fall in, and making 'sand dough.' We might try and go back later this summer. Might being the operative word. If we do, I'll be sure to have Ruthie put on my sunblock.
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