One of the genetic gifts I inherited from my Gaelic mother is red hair, light green eyes, and pale skin.
Now, when I say "light green eyes and pale skin" I don't think the average Gentle Reader quite understands the depth of the situation, so to speak.
Allow me to expound: When kiddie vampires start whinging about not being able to walk about during the day, daddy vampires point at me and say, "Hey, it could be worse -- you could be that guy."
If that wasn't bad enough, my doctor has me on Ramipril to control my blood pressure (hah!).
Guess what one of the possible side effects of Ramipril is? Quote -- "Ramipril may cause you to become sunburned more easily" -- unquote.
That, Dear Readers, is the bloody understatement of the decade.
Despite liberal application of 30SPF sunblock -- and the tactical use of thick overhead and side tree cover -- I'm burning to a crisp in twenty minutes or less.
The crappie have started spawning in the local lakes. Bass and catfish aren't too far behind, methinks.
I may have to upgrade to 40SPF sunblock under a 40UPF long-sleeved fishing shirt. Bloody damned hot in North Texas, but might be worth the thirty gallons of sweat per hour. Or maybe I can just start slathering on a nice thick coat of latex house paint.
Damn sun. Damn hobbies. Damn genetics.