My war against sunburns

I'm allergic to the sun.  I don't just say that because I am whiter than white and can't tan to save my life.  I really am allergic to the sun.  If my skin get too hot and is exposed to the sun, I get a rash.  Not a sunburn, a rash.  If my skin is covered... no rash.

My ancestors are the epitome of white-ness.  I'm English, Irish, German, Russian and Norwegian.  Absolutely none of those areas are none for their caramel-colored complexion.

Since we are entering summer (and we are preparing for a weekend in the desert next week), it was time to stock-up on all things sun-protection related.  And my yearly skin-check (cause you have to have those when you are whiter than porcelain) is the week after our weekend-trip.  So I really can't get burnt.

Plus now I have this brand-new neck scar. I hear scars hurt REALLY bad when they get sunburned. Scar skin is supposed to be more sensitive than regular skin. I ask my mom the best way to protect my neck scar and she replied, "Cover it."  Yeah... we are going to be in 100 degree heat.  I'm not wearing a turtle-neck or a scarf.

But I figured it out...

{Look at my big hat! and not the woman wearing the pajama nightie}

I bought a REALLY big hat. 

And three bottles of sunscreen.

Plus I plan to wear maxi-dresses (cause then I don't have to worry about my legs).  I'm no amateur here.

Thyroid cancer was enough for me.  I certainly don't want skin cancer too.