i'm still talking about the sunburn -- it's THAT BAD

If I had the kind of job I could call in sick to, I would have called in sick today. But I don't. So I didn't. Instead I went in and waddled around the office. That's right, I waddled. Because my knees are so sunburned, I cannot straighten my legs. So instead I walk like a duck -- knees bent, butt sticking out, tiny steps. A duck with a limp, in fact. A matronly, splotchy duck with a limp who sits at her desk with ice packs balanced on each thigh and groans audibly when forced to lift herself from or lower herself into her chair.

I would like to tell you more about my fascinating life as a matronly, limping, groaning duck, but I just got home from work and still have to finish a freelance job. Tomorrow I hope to post something about (a) the yachtsman's strawberry shortcake (the dessert, not the doll), (b) the pros and cons of reading trashy mystery novels, or (c) my plans to begin referring to myself in the third person as "the duck." But the duck is not making any promises.

sunburn. without a view. unless you count the tv.

I would like to regale you with stories of my 4th of July weekend -- the hours spent reading a trashy murder mystery; the capsized sailboat (the yachtsman blames me, but he was the captain, and I was just following orders); the post-capsize swim in my underwear; the easy, delicious pasta we made for dinner; my wonderful, funny, generous family of in-laws.

But instead I sit here with a freezer pack on top of each thigh, so sunburned I cannot think straight. Or walk straight. Or take these freaking ice packs from my legs. Literally, I remove the ice packs and my thighs are on FIRE. Have I mentioned that I cannot walk? I predict there will be blisters. I am considering stealing some of my dog's pain medication.

So instead of stories, a few photos:

Roasted beet salad with a view

The yachtsman with a view

Tea with a view

BLT with a view (thanks, Sue!)

Couch jedi with a view