So who's a dumbass?
Here I am, enjoying a beautiful Spring day at Niagara Falls last weekend. Now's a gorgeous time to visit the area, by the way. The landscape is gloriously in bloom, bright with new green leaves, fuchsia and powder-pink blossoms and dewy tulips in every colour. The falls are pretty cool, too, of course... see that rushing blue-green water in the background? Stunning.
But I digress.
I'm a dumbass. I'm concientious about avoiding sun damage and accelerated aging, so I was all shields-up with my non-greasy La Roche-Posay Anthelios XL SPF 45 cream sunblock. Yay for me and my sensitive skin! Somehow, though, I'd forgotten my SPF lip balm at home. Not so yay.
Maybe it was the thunder of the (Canadian) falls in my ears, or the unnecessary what-if-I-hurl? apprehension I had pre-Maid of the Mist (omigod so fun! seriously!), but you'd think I'd remember basic lipgloss simply won't do. Or that maybe I could substitute a little of that handy sunblock? (Yes. It was in my bag the whole time.)
But no. Instead I'm on the way home hours later wondering why the edges of my lips are burning some. What a dork.
So now I'm sitting here confessing my SPF lip sins and wearing La Roche-Posay Antherpos XL SPF 50 lip cream. Indoors.
Dork, dork, dork.
Don't you be a dork. Or a dumbass.