But I don't.
Summer after summer, I tend to think that I am from Native American or Latino descent, or something, and forget that my Scandinavian skin needs protection from the scorching rays of the sun.
Seriously. You'd think I'd get it. But it's like I have two personalities, a Native American chick who doesn't think she'll ever get sunburned and the realistic Swedish girl who recognizes that she'll burn to a crisp in one billionth of a second of sun exposure.
The Native American girl must be a very strong willed, persuasive gal 'cuz she always wins out with convincing me that sunscreen is for wimps and, by golly, I'll just be out there for an hour or two and psh, who needs sunscreen for that amount of time?
Which leaves the Swedish girl looking like a fool 'cuz she should know better than to go out in the sun with anything less than 425 SPF on during the hottest part of the day.
Sigh. You'd think that this pasty, burns easily skin is new to me and not 35 years old since, apparently, I don't really know how to take care of it.
Ugh. Sunscreen, Mama, sunscreen...