Ellemental

I’m going on vacation next week. The beach. I used to go to the beach every year when I was younger. I loved it. What’s better for an 8 year old girl than a week and a half in the sun, in the water, in the sand?

Then somewhere along the line my skin mutated, and now I’m very pale. If I even walk by a window on a bright sunny day my skin turns red. So many many people (especially those people who have witnessed my eyes puffing up like tomatoes after a few sunscreenless rainy hours in Key Largo) have advised me many MANY times to not forget the sunscreen. And I won’t. I won’t forget the SPF 4572 Extra-Sensitive Formula for Albino Babies so my face doesn’t break out, and I won’t forget the regular SPF 425 for the rest of my blindingly white skin.

ANYHOW. I was asked to work at a Golf Outing yesterday. Sweet Monday work if you can find it. The plan was that I’d work until 11am, change into shorts and sneakers, slather on the sunscreen, and head out.

Unfortunately, I had a meeting in the morning which ran very late. As I rushed around getting dressed for the golf thing, I forgot the sunscreen.

After the 3 hours in the sun I went back to work. The first person I encountered took one look at my chest, grabbed her face, and sucked in her breath. Not a good sign.

Note to anyone who might be reading this who was with me in Key Largo: I wore sunglasses this time. See??? I’m not TOTALLY stoooopid. Just mostly.

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