Memoirs

Memoirs, as someone put it, are slices of life. They're just a small but significant portion of the whole story. And that's what this is -- snippets of my story.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

In which I FINALLY get a sunburn!

Cripes! What I have to go through to get a sunburn . . . I've been trying to get a burn since March, and it's never worked out. Today, I decided to go to a park and read my book. I was out there for about an hour and a half and I looked at my skin when I left and I was like, "No burn . . . AGAIN!" Sadly, I had a delayed reaction to my sun exposure. Three hours later, Shannon came home from the pool and she said, "You're burned!" I said, "It doesn't hurt . . . " Ten minutes later, I looked at my arms and they were both bright pink. I think it was a glow-in-the-dark effect -- I took a nap and when I woke up, I was all red. It didn't hurt until I put lotion on it. Now it hurts like the dickens . . .
~MJ

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