So today I went to the beach for the first time since I've moved here. Shameful I know.
Sharon asked me if I needed sunblock, and even checked that I had at least put some on my face. I shrugged it off saying, "Oh yea, it's in my moisturizer."
We spent an hour or so enjoying the sound of the waves, I took a nap, she read. All very nice. On the way home I looked in the mirror and noticed my nose was a little pink. Checked again when we got home. Nose and forehead were pink, shoulders felt hot.
After a shower, checked again. Um, yea, I'm a friggin lobster. Oh, and I don't have bathing suit lines. I have lines from wearing my wife beater at lunch pre sun bathing. Nice.
I love being white trash.
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