(Anyone remember when that was a cereal? I’m dating myself. . .)

Yesterday was a delightful day, but my hubris caught up with me. “I’m under an umbrella,” I thought. “It’s really overcast,” I observed. “I have a pretty good base tan,” I assured myself.

I did not apply sunscreen.

After a few hours, I became aware that this was a mistake, and today I’m a lovely shade of pink. (and white.) It is sore, of course, but it seems that shea butter works pretty well on sunburn. Better than aloe, at least. Oh, well.

The kids got a bit red, too, but since we have three of their friends from the old neighborhood over still from last night, they’re perfectly happy to be hanging out in the air conditioning playing card and board games. Whatever makes them happy. We should all be enough less red by tomorrow that we don’t look too ridiculous at the wedding we’re attending.