Shot From Guns said:
Hoorah! Citizens demand pictures.
(So is this like a permanent sun allergy thing, like that one episode of
House? Because that would totally blow.)
I think I missed that episode. But yeah, it appears permanent. It started when I was in high school, during... yes, during band camp. I break out in burning hives and feel like I'm going to throw up if I get overexposed to UVA rays. And by ''overexposed,'' I mean, ''I walk out to get the mail and have to stop and tie my shoelace.''
Here's an article that makes fun of me.
I can usually avoid the hives if am diligent with sunscreen, but not the nausea. Some summers are worse than others. Invitations to the beach will generally receive a response of hysterical laughter (unless I'm feeling particularly stupid, in which case they will receive a response, hours later, of ''Why did I
do that?'')
Grudging photograph of me in my new duds.
Actually, it was my husband who told me I looked like a beekeeper. I think it more looks like I'm about to go on safari. Today I safaried to...
West Philadelphia.
I totally met a friend in the elevator and she didn't even recognize me at first. Or at least, she was
pretending not to recognize me.
I have to admit though, that hat is pretty badass. Um, I mean, functionally. What I'm trying to say is, it protects me from the sun like it's supposed to. The difference, qualitatively, was quite astonishing.
Sorry your mom's a bitch.
You have such a beautiful, concise way of expressing yourself.
Bee keepers are not inherently dorky.
I apologize for my rash words. I certainly did not mean to impinge the honor of the long and treasured beekeeping tradition.
All the cool kids wear Hazmat suits.
Oh, I accepted a long time ago that I am not, and never will be, ''cool.'' But is ''sufficiently under the radar'' really too much to ask for?
