who thinks to put sunscreen on their toes?!

(My mother, of course, after having burnt everything from the top of her head to the top of her toes when she was probably younger than me.)

But can I live vicariously through my mother's mistakes? Of course not.


After Tim at work took some time off and I filled in for him, I ended up getting today off, and my parents were spending the weekend at Cook Lake, so I wandered on over (taking the long way) to visit them. Knowing it was going to be at least in the 70s today, I slapped on flip flops, jeans, and a tank top, brought my hoodie, just in case, and headed out. After spending about 4 hours out in the sun, (which equals more time than I have spent in the sun all summer combined), I am now a crispy critter. But only on my arms, chest, half of my face (because I didn't move with the Sun), and the tops of my toes. The rest of me still looks like the underbelly of a fish.

Man...that's gotta be attractive.