Love, Jimmie

Labor Day weekend was supposed to be a weekend of bronzing myself in the sun.  I was to drive down to visit Daddy-O and JiJi and come back looking like browned butter.  The Squirt and I were going to hit the beach every day and for once in my life, I was not going to have skin so white it’s almost clear.  Hurricane Lee fixed that.  Instead of this,

I got this.  Ew.

Happy Labor Day .  . . . . sigh . . . .