Last Saturday I spent from 7:45AM til 3 something PM at a friends house doing a multi family yard sale. My luck with yard sales are usually hit and miss. I’ve done a couple where I’ve come out with a decent amount of money, and I’ve done others where I’ve made $3.00. Seriously, $3.00.

For the most part we don’t do the yard sale thing, we take several loads a year to the local Hope Center and donate what we’re getting rid of. But this time we were hoping to make some cash for Hawaii. We got rid of about half our stuff, which was good. But only came away with about $60.00. So what was the stupid part? I’m getting there.

Sometime late in the morning I notice one of the ladies I was doing the yard sale with had a very pink neck and suggested she get out of the sun. My friend who was hosting the yard sale asked if we wanted any sunscreen. Here’s where the stupid comes in. I SAID NO. What the (bleep) was I thinking?!?!?!? Had I not just suggested that one person get out of the sun? Why in the world would I think it would be any different for me??!! Stupidly I was thinking, well, I might get a little pink, but I need a base coat before Hawaii, might as well work on that today. As Comic Bill Engvall says, “Here’s your sign.” (That would be a stupid sign, for anyone out there who hasn’t heard of Bill)

By Saturday night I was BRIGHT pink/red. Sunday I was pretty uncomfortable and getting very cranky if anyone or anything came in contact with my skin. Monday my skin started turning into sand paper. Reagan grabbed my shoulder and I couldn’t speak from the pain for a couple of minutes. Tuesday was more of Monday. We went to a local furniture store to look at bunk beds for the girls and the sales lady asked if I had just gotten the burn that day because it was still so pink. I had to extend my arm to reach Hannah to unbuckle her from the car seat and heard my skin pop. I actually looked to see if my shoulder had cracked open. Wednesday was still very uncomfortable, but finally feeling a little better. Today (Thursday) I’m still pink in the worst spots, but mostly starting to tan. And here’s the best part, I can lift my arms above my head without gritting my teeth and cuddle the kids again without having a strong urge to have Zale go hit up some of his clients for some good pain meds. (No, I would never really do that)

I don’t even want to think of the skin cancer I caused myself from that day of stupidity. You can be sure there will be ALOT of sunscreen used in Maui and any other time I’m out in the sun this summer! I don’t really need a tan!