There's nothing better than a sunburn... during the Winter.

I have strange genetics. They're rather nonsensical. WHO BECOMES SUNBURNED AFTER A FEW HOURS OF HARMLESS SUNLIGHT? I spend maybe 6 hours outside this weekend because of my soccer games. BUT, it is like 62 degrees out there and the sun warmed me about about as much as standing near a microwave would. So last night as I washed my face and began to apply my acne meds (Benzyl Peroxide, aka burning fire in an abyss is only about two inches tall... it really doesn't make sense), there was a stinging sensation that began the second the cold, seemingly harmless, pearly poison made contact with my face. Today was filled with comment "your face is really red." Can you at least be a little more creative? Like "hey, did you walk into a tree or something?" That would at least show some thought behind the observation of my blotchy, cherry complexion. But nope. Just dumb people reminding me that my face is as crimson-colored as a can of Coke.

Anyhow, I have more to write on this weekend and today. I just can really consolidate all those thoughts into one post. More is to come, but I needed to burn some steam on the fact that my face is redder than Rudolph's nose. And isn't the next stage to sunburn peeling? One ticket to Timbuktu, please.