I got sunburned at the Beach. Yeah, I brought sunscreen. But I ended up putting it on all the kids and forgot me.
Yes, it stings.
Badly.
Hugs even hurt.
As much as I wanted to relax, I couldn’t with three kids. My aunts were a great help, but there is always that water, child, omg-where-is-my-kid, type of feeling while at the beach. Perhaps one of these days I can go by myself, although it was funny to see Allyson pick up a dried starfish and get excited.
It was a gorgeous day there though, around 80 degrees with a nice breeze! Surprisingly, there wasn’t a large crowd which was very nice as well.
I am amazingly busy this week, but I will try to update regularly, I promise!
It burns, yes, it burns.
I’m not laughing, I’m gonna be rock lobster the first time I take my shirt off outdoors. If I get any paler I’ll glow in the dark.
Try to have fun anyway! Donna is burnt really bad too. I hugged her today, and almost got beheaded. (In my defense, the hug was sincere, not spiteful)
I’m a sunscreen Nazi with my kids too. And I absolutely hate the beach. I’m always certain at least one of my children is drowning, and if I get into my book, I’ll miss their struggle and never forgive myself.
I’m going to go check on my kids now…
In honor of Kate and her adventure in the sun, ladies and gentlemen, the B-52s!
We were at a party
His ear lobe fell in the deep
Someone reached in and grabbed it
It was a rock lobster
We were at the beach
Everybody had matching towels
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn’t a rock
It was a rock lobster
Motion in the ocean
His air hose broke
Lots of trouble
Lots of bubble
He was in a jam
S’in a giant clam
Down, down
Underneath the waves
Mermaids wavin’
Wavin’ to mermen
Wavin’ sea fans
Sea horses sailin’
Dolphins wailin’
Red snappers snappin’
Clam shells clappin’
Muscles flexin’
Flippers flippin’
Down, down
Let rock!
Boy’s in bikinis
Girls in surfboards
Everybody’s rockin’
Everybody’s fruggin’
Twistin’ ’round the fire
Havin’ fun
Bakin’ potatoes
Bakin’ in the sun
Put on your noseguard
Put on the Lifeguard
Pass the tanning butter
Here comes a stingray
There goes a manta-ray
In walked a jelly fish
There goes a dog-fish
Chased by a cat-fish
In flew a sea robin
Watch out for that piranha
There goes a narwhale
HERE COMES A BIKINI WHALE
ouchie. I am pasty white and burn to a crisp. You have my gentle touch-free sympathies.
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