Here's some more beachy love. (Please excuse the cat hairs: I always bring a few with me everywhere I go and sprinkle them around, so it feels like home.)
And, sunburn? I thought I was wise; I thought I was past sunburn. Tim took one look at me Saturday night and said, "What? Look at you! Who taught you to put sunscreen on! A three-year-old?" I will never, ever, ever be sloppy about SPF-application again. My aloe plant is pure, fleshy, burn-relieving wonderfulness.