I blew off Gita class last night, went to the store after work for about $9 worth of sundries, and drove home. I made pasta and salad for dinner, and my redheaded man came home in a MUCH better mood. (As a matter of fact, he even got laid. Lucky boy.)
I told him he was a total asshole the night before and he said, “Yeah I guess I kinda was!” and giggled at me. He GIGGLED. God I love redheads, cool-looking psychotic things that they are.
I told him yet again he should wear sunblock, but he won’t do it. He works construction, fer chrissake, and is apparently spending quite a bit of time out in the sun lately. He’s turning that color redheads turn: a painful, glowing fuscia that screams “HI THERE! I HAVE NO MELANIN! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PUT SUN BLOCK ON ME!!!”
Last summer (or was it the summer before?) I bought him a tube of high-SPF, unscented, waterproof sunblock. It’s still sitting on top of the medicine cabinet in the downstairs bathroom.
I will have no sympathy for him when he gets skin cancer on his red neck.
Okay, okay, I probably will – seeing as how I love him so and all. But STILL. Such a stubborn fucker, that man of mine! (And me so FLEXIBLE and REASONABLE.)
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OK, I’m not really a redhead but my beard is red. I am as fair as the day is long. I’ve had second degree burns on my back and chest before from the sun and have had precancerous growths removed from my face because of the sun.
Please, if you love this man as much as you say you do, make him wear sunscreen. It’s quite important. Yes, I envy those people who can tan but it it’s just not in the cards for me. And there’s nothing hotter (IMHO), than a tan body and a white butt. (snort!)
He needs the sunscreen.
I am a redhead and no way can I stay out in the sun very long without burning. When I lived in Vegas and had a convertible my face was the color of a tomato and my hair went damn near blonde.
You’re a redhead, Jon. (Fair skin that won’t tan and red beard = redhead. Get over it. 😉 And yes I want to make him wear sunscreen, but no one “makes” this man do ANYTHING. Ever.
Redheads and convertibles, sounds like a bad combo. Snort!
I was only in Vegas for three days, and my face was the color of a tomato. I’m not a redhead, though…and I suspect it had more to do with gin than sun…