impy | (no subject)

I don't know how it happened, but I spent seven hours in the sun yesterday. Why? Why would I willingly spend that much time outside?

Well, I didn't know it was going to be seven hours. Nyargh. I was invited to go crabbing [yeah, go on and giggle. I spent the whole day doing just that.] with Cass & Matt. Originally I wasn't going to go, but somehow changed my mind.

Seven. Hours. Luckily brought sunscreen. And magazine. And water and pepsi. It wasn't so bad until the tide went out and it kind of became clear that the crabs just would not be caught. Or at least only the females would. And since they'd throw the girls back, this meant we were there forever. Forever!

I know I'm extremely mature. I need to shower, but I don't want to clean out the tub because it's extremely disgusting.

Seven. Hours.

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LAME! You can't complain that you were out in the sun for seven hours, build up to a nasty sunburn climax, only to dash it all and say you had sunblock!

I bet you needed the fresh air. ;)

*grins* Usually a seven hour stuck in the great outdoors story would end in me asking someone to shoot me due to horrible sunburn. Hell, four hours usually does that. Take that, sun! I beat you this time!

And I think I'm all set for fresh air for the whole summer. :p