sooooo.....

It has come to my attention that I have a habit of mentioning in a post that I will put up pics next time.... and then forget about them.

So, I am well aware that I made mention of putting up pics of my Number One Son and his team celebrating their AWESOME win as league champions.

I have every intention of doing so. But not right now. I'm at work. Yes, really. The copier is in full production and I'm ready at the drop of a hat to answer the phone cheerfully and helpfully. As well as reply to emails as they come pouring in.

Go ahead. Try me.

Anyway, what I had in mind for right now is a little whining. I promise, just a little.

Anyway, on one of our idyllic, beautiful, hot sunny boat days, we anchored at a beautiful cove to swim and laze around. I jumped on the opportunity to lay out on the bow of the boat to read and catch some rays without feeling guilty that I wasn't cleaning anything. (That's another subject - nothing's ever done being cleaned on a boat. Vacation retreat, my ass)

Anyway, I had 50 sunscreen on my sensitive parts (not those parts - I meant arms, neck and face - don't want to age too quickly, you know), but completely forgot about the tops of my knees.

Oh, yeah.

And I had the brilliant idea (since we were in a place of relative seclusion and besides it was Canadian waters and who do I know there, anyway?) to fold up my tankini top and feel the heavenly, warm, caressing rays of the sun upon my lily white beer belly.

Uh-oh. Not a good idea.

4 days later and I'm in the office where it is highly unprofessional to attempt to sit at a desk and type with your pants unbuttoned. Yup. Sunburned right on my middle. Most uncomfortable.

And for what purpose? Am I any more likely to wear a midriff baring top just because it is now hot pink? I think not.