Burned

So there is this german word called schadenfreude, which basically means getting pleasure from others misfortunes. This explains parts of my family very well. I mean, it sounds rude but its really funny when someone trips UP the stairs. You just have to have the humor in life.

So for the past two days I've been weeding in the yard, getting it ready for a garden. I plant tomatoes and peppers every year so I can make salsa in the fall. Unfortunately, the dirt is really good so weeds go crazy in the months that I don't take care of it. It took me several hours to finally clear it. On the first day, it was actually rather chilly, it was cloudy and I had to have a sweatshirt on the entire time. This was no big deal and actually kind nice. However on the second day the sun was out, it was a bit warmer and I was in a tank top. Now, of course, it was still cool so the thought never occurred to me to put on sunscreen. Big mistake.

I can usual feel it when I start to burn because my skin is very sensitive. I didn't feel a thing. I didn't even notice once I went inside and went about the house work or when playing Assassins Creed with my boyfriend. It wasn't until the end of the day when I scratched my shoulder (which hurt like hell) that I looked at my back in a mirror. My shoulders, neck, arms and my ears where almost glowing they were so red. I found this very amusing and took it as a sign that summer was finally here. But once I actually saw how bad it was it actually started to hurt.

Going up to my mom in the other room I proudly said, "Mom, look at my sunburn!"

A little bit horrified she said, "Holy SHIT! You are totally fried!" (That was about as much sympathy as I got at this point.) After a moment she paused, smiled and giggled. "Its going to be really funny when you peel."

Schadenfreude.