Anyhow, my mom would be a fixture on the deck, laying stomach down on her chaise lounge and demanding that any poor soul member of the family who walked by, to apply sunscreen on her back. You know, so she wouldn't get that that tan she was trying to achieve (this is something I never understood nor do I think I ever will).
Now I'm not sure exactly which one of us did this but I'm sure there was some high-fives all around after the perfectly executed prank, but one day someone got fed up with playing cabana boy.
Someone drew a happy face on mom's back in sunscreen. A nice big happy face that her favourite yellow sundress framed just every so perfectly. I do believe after said incident, the job of sunscreen application may have been a bit more closely supervised.
***************It's early in the AM and it's already a zillion degrees outside. This is the weather I dread. The hot sticky stuck inside kind of weather - with a child who is turning more and more into a wild badger by the minute. Must find cool wide open spaces STAT. Antarctica is looking very delicious right now.
***************Why do I always wish it was summertime and then once it arrives all I do is complain about the sun and the UNBELIEVABLE heat? Also this shaving everyday thing is really rubbing me the wrong way. So much responsibility. Dang I wish I was a penguin.
But not an emu. We had a staring contest with one of those birds this weekend and if you ever want to know what it's like to look straight into the face of crazy, this bird will provide the moment. Holy heck these birds look INSANE. And did you know there is a row of tiny razor teeth-like things on it's beak. Yah, birds with teeth - now that's not normal. And the hook on the end of the beak - now if that doesn't scream serial killer bird, nothing does.
Now I must go fold my child and myself up into the freezer so we can live to see dinner time. Ciao!