Do you remember that rrreeealllly bad sunburn I got when I was 15? We went with Scott and jetskis to Utah Lake and wanted a tan so didn't wear any sunblock? And you spent most of the night draping wet towels on me and I didn't go to church because I was shivering uncontrollably? And it blistered and peeled and was a giant gross mess?
I may or may not have that one beat. (We're still in the red-getting-redder phase, I haven't yet been able to assess damages.)
The ocean here (Playa Tamarindo) is beautiful. Entirely touristy, but beatiful.
Loves, ke.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Dear Mom
Posted by Kjerstin Evans Ballard at 2:33 PM
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4 comments:
tell your skin i don't want it to get cancer, ok? i'm glad you're having fun!
Silly Kjerstin, tanning is so last century. Pasty is in!
Oh, dear. Feel better. :( Hooray for the beach!
Oh no! Don't get cancer! I just had a sunburn so bad that I spent several hours feverish and throwing up. I don't recommend it.
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