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.

3 comments:

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.

kate chinlund 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!)