White Girls Can’t Tan August 15, 2008

Proof?

My sunburned back/thighs.

PS-The sunblock that states “Ultra Waterproof!” on the front of the can, also states, “Must be reapplied after toweling off, swimming, excessive sweating, and general water-usage.”

Quoi?

I bit misleading I feel.

Also, this is why the backs of my thighs (read: general ass area) rival the red of the Smoking Loon label on the bottle of wine I’ve been using to combat the screaming of my dying skin cells. Smoking Loon, ibuprofen, and the green aloe goo, maybe a brownie: these are the sunburn remedies that Irish Girls use. Okay, definitely a brownie. Or three.

Random Thought: Phelps should petition to get his favorite song played when he wins his 2 billionth gold. I’d be tired of the ole star-spangled by now if I was him. I’d also be one gigantic girl.

So right now, as I stick my burned butt out like I’m stuck in the bend position of the bend and snap, leaning on The Boy’s kitchen counter to try and dry and goo, I think I may buy shoes.

Because what else could possibly make me feel better than these babies:

I’m just about drooling…

But that might be the wine.

“If you see a tan on an irishman, it’s rust”-My daddy.

Carry on.