Seeing red This officially goes down in the books as the worst of our anniversaries so far. We've agreed to never do that again. Wow. It was nasty hot out in that field yesterday. We all (my mom and sister met us at the festival) got pretty sunburned. The first aid people had to take mom to her car in the little golf carty thing because she had heat exhaustion. Do you know how hot it was out there? Well. I'll tell you. It was at least 96 degrees and I swear it was 95 percent humidity. Great weather for people to be drinking a ton of alcohol. And WHY would they plan something like that for June? We'd been there 20 minutes and I was already sweating buckets. Wait. I have to mention that David bought the tickets online, printed them out and then forgot to bring them with us. So we had to wait for the main organizer guy to deal with "a parking emergency" before he could help us. He was very nice and said he could call someone at the ticketing company in Texas who would ask David some questions, then possibly give him our ticket numbers so the festival people could enter it into their little scan system to let us in. It worked. Pretty fancy! So, back to how hot it was... There were all these concession stands with all this fair food. You know... it's all fried. Which usually sounds good, right? Not yesterday. I couldn't eat anything. (Except those bites of my sister's chicken on a stick and her chocolate-dipped frozen cheesecake.) And talk about sweaty. I was thinking that I don't get THAT sweaty after doing step aerobics for an hour. And what's worse than wearing wet clothes? Here's something worse... My sister went to the hospital yesterday. Sun poisoning. She said she got in the shower and as soon as the water hit her, she passed out. Then she woke up. Then she passes out again. And she was home alone! Then she drove herself to the hospital. Sheesh. Mine's apparently not as bad as hers. She was wearing a sleevless sweater with a v-neck in the front and back. Ow. I'm so glad I had sleeves. It's "just" my neck, chest and arms. Oh, sunblock why did I forget you? Such a stupid thing to do. I've had sunburns much worse than this, though. I just wish it would fade some. It hurts worse now than it did yesterday. Everytime something touches my neck, I want to scream. So. I will be wearing my hair up for the next couple of days. And crying when I have to take a shower. But using cold water makes it a little more bearable. This officially goes down in the books as the worst of our anniversaries so far. Me, after we got home: "Could we agree NEVER to do that again?" David: "My vote is yes."