March 29

So along with the beach hair, I have another tradition on vacation: I always get burnt. I would think after 23 years of my pale skin protesting in shades of red that I would learn to apply sunscreen correctly. So I made my best effort this morning. I slathered the lotion on my shoulders, my chest, my stomach. I got the industrial-strength version for my cheeks and my nose. I got my sister to rub the lotion on my back. I put some on my legs. And then I sat in the glorious Florida sun for four hours. When I got back to my room, I did a check: head, shoulders knees and….DAMN IT. My little piggies were fried. Like little pink cocktail wienies. The top of my foot looks like the top of Gorbachev's head.