But we are fair people. And by that, I mean, we are pale. Almost as pale as a particularly dear family of "pasty-white redheads" that I know. (I use quotations on that because it's their self-given title, not one that I've assigned to them.)
Needless to say, we're on Day 1 of our family beach-going vacation and after 4 hours of perfect sunny, 80-degree, and breezy weather, each of us has a random sunburn spot (or a dozen) to show for our time on the sand.
My oldest son was kind enough to pose for a picture just to prove that I'm not making this up. (I mean, he "posed" after he told me he didn't want me to take a picture of him and ran into the bathroom to hide for a couple of minutes.)
Poor little raccoon eyes. Or sad clown eyes. Your choice. I do that to at least one kid every year.
At any rate, like I said, I'll be scarce this week because I'll be off being a bad mom and failing to apply complete coverage to my kids' bodies while they baste and bake in the always-blazin' sun of the Florida panhandle.
Of course, my eternally-optimistic husband reminded me that if I were really a bad mom their whole bodies would be red like that.
This is true.
Hope you all are having a blessed week, and that some of you, somewhere in this country, are enjoying some fall weather and colors on my behalf.
See you when I decide I can't not write any longer.