Well, it’s official.  On the 26th of March I have my first sunburn of the summer.  I suppose I earned this one, given that I spent hours outside working on converting the kids playhouse into a chicken tractor, but I can’t say that makes it any more welcome.

Some members of my family rarely have to deal with this.  The American Indian blood running in our veins gifted us variously dark hair, high cheekbones, and olive skin.  Me?  I’ve got the freckled skin of our Scottish ancestors, and at this rate I’ll be wrinkled, pink and probably blistered by the time the pool opens in two months!

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