Thursday, March 22, 2007

Fried Crispy

I should totally know better.

I spent about 3 or so hours at Centennial Park yesterday morning/afternoon--decided to take advantage of the gorgeous weather and head outside to read/pray/enjoy creation. The sun was warm on my face, a breeze blowing. First day of spring--the sun's not direct--surely I'm not going to actually get sunburned, right?

Tell that to my impossibly fair-skinned arms and chest. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Started out a tiny bit pink yesterday afternoon and went to bed lobster-red. At least the daily moisturizer I use on my face is SPF 15, or I'd be looking even worse. The calendar may say March, but my warm red skin says July. You would think I would learn. It will be a miracle if I don't get skin cancer before age 35.


Kelly said...

What? No pictures???

Amy said...

no way. I'm wearing long sleeves today even though it's in the 70s because I'm embarrassed.

The Chinlund Family said...

Ha! I wish it was that warm here! I'd prefer red to the pasty white color my body is sporting now :) (no baby yet!!! keep praying!)