I just realized what's going to happen. Once Tom's sunburn stops hurting, when the skin and associated nerves give up the ghost, he's going to peel. A lot. And it's on his back, meaning he won't be able to reach it. I, the one who loves picking and peeling far more than is normal and/or healthy, will get to peel it for him. I hope. I'm totally like a baboon that way. A really cute, well-groomed baboon.
I am slightly concerned about the big tattoo between my shoulder blades, though. I'm usually meticulous about putting a strong sun block on all my ink before venturing into the sun, and I didn't do it yesterday - for the first time ever. I'm not badly burned, but I'm sure I'll peel a little, and I hope my lovely yin-yang, paw print, Celtic ray design isn't damaged. I'll be severely pissed.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Icky-Cool Realization
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that is totally disgusting.
i am a peeler myself, but i draw the line at picking others.
I beg to differ. I love to peel. Maybe that's why Lori and I get along so well. We do have quite a few of the same "quirks". :)~ Maybe that's why the furkids "accept" me. LOL
Picking the spouse is OK. After 27 years, there's little about him that is too disgusting. (I still don't like to hear him chew, though.) Plus, then I get to peel without the agony of actually scorching my own self to an approximation of extra-crispy bacon (which he totally did).
still gross. :)
For whatever reason, this post has me craving a stick of string cheese. Mmm...cheese.
Chris
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