For those of you who don't know, I'm a white boy. White white white white white. I sunburn at the drop of a hat. I scare off ghosts when I wear shorts. I make my wife, who thought she was the whitest person on the planet, look tan. White.

So when I went outside yesterday to work on digging out a new planting bed, why on earth didn't I think to put on any sunblock? I was out working, in very nice weather mind you, for a couple of hours before I came in and applied solar protection, then went out and dug and cleaned and cleared and edged and planted and lined for a few hours more. By the time we finished and the sun was going down, I was positively glowing. Not from a sense of accomplishment about the outstanding job I did, but from my radioactive skin.

Today was going to be about the planting bed. Instead, I wrote some words about my skin that's red.