Another year another failure.

Due to the issue of my transparency, as in I am so fair you can see through my skin, not the kind of transparancy that makes Paris Hilton relase sex videos on line, I try not to get tanned. Every summer I make a vow that I will be diligent with the sun screen, especially the past few years. Generally it works well, and when people give me a hard time I remind them of Nicole Kidman and Rose McGowan who are both very fair and quite pretty for it. However people seem to think that one must cook one's hide to be attractive and "healthy". I hate this. So I try to keep the sunscreen companies profitable all on my own. But with this fair skin comes sensitive skin. I have a lot of trouble finding a sunscreen I can use on my face. Arg! When we found out that we were moving down here I invested in some really expensive and really quite good sunscreen for my face, and I had done well in maintaining my transparency.
That was until yesterday.
Adam and I went to the Gilroy Garlic Festival and it was hot. I came prepared and wore my face sunscreen, and a hat and sunglasses, and SPF 50 everywhere else. I was ready to take on the day, all preserved in the chemical goodness that is SPF 50. I was going to win this war against the evil sun. Except for one little thing. Your clothes? Yeah, they move, and the skin under them, not so preserved in chemical goodness. Oops.
















You can see how transparent my skin is, you can see the veins right under it. Also, see the sun burns, oh it's a good one. I guess you could say that when I do something I do it really well!
















The other side.
So to quote Miss. Hilton. That's hott