Freckles On My Everything

I have bug bites on my ass. I'm not sure how to put a positive spin on this one. They aren't even little bug bites. They're the big suckers that demand to be scratched. Fairly evenly distributed on my ass, too. What I'm thinking is that the bastard bug got in there and tried to chew his way out. I don't know how else to explain it. It seems that he visited the north side of the big girl buffet, too, because the bites aren't limited to my lower half. I hope these bites miraculously heal overnight, because scratching certain areas in public is unseemly.

And I have a sunburn. Only on the areas that yesterday's white trash tank top covered but today's left uncovered. It doesn't really hurt right now, but then again, I'm wearing pajamas. We'll see what tomorrow's bra straps do to today's exposed skin.

On top of the sunburn, or perhaps beneath it, I have a surplus crop of freckles. When I was a child I hated my freckles, but I'm over it. They are just a part of me. Maybe they are the part of me that says I really can be the parent of two red heads. My only complaint with the freckles is their growth pattern on my upper lip. I don't know if it's my upper lip or not. It's the space between my mouth and my nose. Right now, that space is particularly easy to spot because of the moustache formation my summer freckles take. I know if that were hair I could bleach it, but didn't Jan Brady try bleaching her freckles? I don't think it worked out. I think she had to wear glasses and dye her hair, all because she tried to bleach her freckles.

Just a side note, while I'm discussing sun damage. I understand the freckles, although I refuse to overthink the sun-stache. What I completely fail to understand is how age spots can develop on areas that don't see the sun. I may wear tank tops in the summer, but I ALWAYS wear a shirt outside. I just don't understand how those spots got there.

Anyway . . . I love summer. I always have. This summer is different from any I've had because this year I'm directing a children's musical. If you know me at all, and you must know me to be reading this blog, you know that I love this summer. My favorite things are together. The sun. The warmth. The show. The friends. The wonderful tiredness that comes from hard work. The occasional beer. If I could figure out a way to direct this show from my hammock, life would be nearly perfect. So I have bug bites on my ass and age spots on my boobs. I also have freckles on my everything and a smile on my face.