Thursday, May 5, 2016

Isle of Palms

The last full day of our trip to Charleston was spent at the Isle of Palms. (Originally I posted that it was at Folly Beach. Ooops..not this year!)


The ocean, so old, never seems to get old, does it?

Most amusing anecdote du jour was this: my father, who declined sunscreen after compulsively making sure our children were slathered in it, glowed red in his white cotton shirt back at the house that evening.  

"Oh Dad," I said, "you're sunburned!"

"No, I am not," he said indignantly. "I do not burn."

"But you are so red!" I insisted. 

"No honey, a sunburn is very painful and I'm not in any pain."

"But a mild sunburn makes you red!" I continued.

"This is what happens to me," he assured me. "I go out into the sun, and get really red, Then within the next day or two it's basically gone."

At this point my stepmother and I just burst out laughing.  "That's a sunburn!" we howled.

He would never admit it!!



2 comments:

  1. I think your Dad is an Australian Polly. ;)

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