As you may have read, I spent a portion of my day today relocating my square foot garden. It was back-breaking work. I anticipated sun exposure (as one might do almost every day in Texas), so I applied SPF 45 this morning before taking my kids to school.
This evening, I felt a bit of a stinging sensation on my lower back. "Oh great," I thought, "I scratched myself while gardening." I turned around to examine my back and found a thin, wedge-shaped, scorchingly red sun burn, precisely where my tank top met my shorts. Clearly, all of that bending over and shoveling exposed my unsuspecting lower back to the Texas sun's damaging rays.
"Oh my," remarked my husband, "it's a gardener's tramp stamp!"
Now, let me underscore here that the term "tramp stamp" is not typically in my lexicon. Nor is it a self-actualizing work of art on my body. Nonetheless, we had a good chuckle.
Let this serve as a cautionary tale.
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