This weekend, I proved yet again that I lack some basic life skills needed to function in sophisticated society. Abby and I were at the pool, sans kids, meaning I had adequate, un-interrupted time to properly apply sunscreen. Flash forward 2 days, and I resemble a markedly non-threatening X-Men villain, with roughly half of my body (lengthwise, mind you) a bright and angry red, the other a pale and sad white. It’s like I coated my hands with lotion and selectively slapped one side of my body.
Be looking for me in the next Marvel Comics movie extravaganza. I’m “Half-Baked”, and my superpower is that I’m somehow allowed out in public.