It's not about the house.

Monday, July 23, 2007


Um... remember how I said we spent most of yesterday at the beach?

Well, what I didn't say was that my sister tried to make me wear sunscreen but I refused because it's greasy and stinky and besides it wasn't even all that hot, and maybe she got the burny Irish complexion but me, I got the Albanian skin so I tan anyway.

(Yes, I know. Sun and cancer and all that. Y'all throw away your Cheetos and your salt shakers and your coffee pots and your char-grilled foods, and your drinks and smokes and all the other happy things in life, and then you can leave a comment on my blog telling me how important sunscreen is -- K?)

Anyway, it turns out even the Albanian skin can't protect you when you've been cooped up working on the house and haven't seen the sun in going on three years. Or when you dive right in for the first time with four hours of it in a two-piece suit without the sunscreen.

This is what I look like this morning:

The backs of my thighs are the really funnest part.

So we're going to have to see about finding a job I can accomplish around here today without having to touch myself...

And yes, Khurston, you were right.

But if I turn up tan tomorrow, I am so posting another picture of it.


Khurston said...

Owie I'm sorry. I'm sure you'll be beautifully tan in a week after those 2 layers of skin peel off...

LadyScot said...

Ouch! I don't envy you the next couple of days...