So despite marinating in spf50, after days in the pool in Vegas and 3 1hr swims in NM, I'm now the brownest I've been since I lived here. Places are tanned that haven't seen the sun in 20 years. Most of it, the lack of atmosphere at 4k ft. And today I spent maybe an hour shopping in Mesilla (and birthday gifted myself with an oxahcan cat figure that IS The Pumpkin) with spf30 and have a slight sunburn on my arms. Or maybe it was the trio of 15 minute walks. And tomorrow, picking up my brother and heading to the water park. I might get a full sleeve rash guard if we have time. There is no staying in the shade.
Boys were a bit obstreperous tonight, didn't get my first pick of dinner places, but I do love the place we went. And because I like my strawberry shortcake with a sconey biscuit like cake and barely sweetened real whipped cream, the boys were like eh. MOAR FOR ME! But they gave me sweet handmade cards and shaped up when I fake tantrumed 'my birthday, suck It!'
I get better behavior from them when I usurp grandparental authority; I'm mean aunty, but they know exactly what I will and will not put up with. My damned parents spoil them! I know it's their job, but the endless negotiation makes me nuts.
Glad I'm here. Glad I had a Me vacation before this. And glad I had a couple of nephews to take out any tsuris I might've forgotten to blow off over turning 40. I mean, I had to threaten to bite Tyler when he tried to open MY presents!