That will teach me. I woke up this morning with my very own tramp stamp. No, not black swirls or two cavorting dolphins but a lovely bright red burn that look suspiciously like I’m wearing a g-string. It seems that even though I covered up and smothered myself in sunscreen yesterday I didn’t take in to account t-shirt creep while bending over doing the weeding. Ouch.
Was it worth it? Sure was. The front yard is slowly coming together, all it needs is some aerating of the soil, a bit more black mulch and another couple of hours and we’ll have the best garden in the street.
Ouchieouchieouchie. See? This is why I don’t garden. Or go outside much. Sun is EVIL.
Trying to be sympathetic but we have about a foot of snow and it is still coming down.