Usually I'm just a dipwad. Today I'm a dipwad in pain.

Chef-Boy-O and I went out this afternoon for lunch. I'd spent an hour with Atilla and then an hour mowing the lawn (*love* the Neuton mower!) and I figured we deserved, you know, a couple of veggie sandwiches and a Black Butte or two. We sat outside, because it's 73 out and gorgeous and breezy and the birds were singing.

I'd forgotten that I work twelve hours a day. And that it's been winter here lately.

And that I have red hair.

You can see where this is going, right?

I'm sunburned. On the right side of my body.

My right arm is pink. The right side of my face is pink. My right collarbone and chest are pink. There is a clean line of demarcation down my nose between pasty-white-freckled and pink-radioactive-freckled skin. 

Nearly forty is too old to be forgetting the sunscreen. Jesus.