Wear. Sunscreen.

If you'll observe the dramatic line along my right arm (your left), then you'll notice that "hey, lady, you've got a sunburn".


I suddenly remember how ironically cold, how awfully uncomfortable, and hot to the touch painful it is to both shower and sleep when my skin has taken on the same texture as leather and turned the same color as my un natural hair.

Just an hour, if that, of sitting out in the sunshine watching the kids play, not thinking about spf until I could actually smell the smoke raise off of my dehydrated arms, did I think about putting on lotion.

Shame on me.

I'll be off soaking in a bath tub full of Banana Boat aloe vera, if you need me...