Forty One.
Freckles. The bane of my existence since I was a kid. I can't remember when I started hating them so much, but I feel like it might be related to getting my caricature drawn when I was young and seeing nothing but freckles. Seriously, what the hell is the point of those damn drawings? To torment children with their biggest insecurities? If so, then they are highly effective.
Anyway, the freckles are popping out like a mofo now. We spent the morning on the boat, the afternoon in the pool, and the evening sipping rum runners at the Fish House where we've already made friends with the bartender. Aside from the freckles, life is pretty damn good.
Ignore my unpolished appearance. I snapped this right after coming in from the pool.
Forty One.
Freckles. The bane of my existence since I was a kid. I can't remember when I started hating them so much, but I feel like it might be related to getting my caricature drawn when I was young and seeing nothing but freckles. Seriously, what the hell is the point of those damn drawings? To torment children with their biggest insecurities? If so, then they are highly effective.
Anyway, the freckles are popping out like a mofo now. We spent the morning on the boat, the afternoon in the pool, and the evening sipping rum runners at the Fish House where we've already made friends with the bartender. Aside from the freckles, life is pretty damn good.
Ignore my unpolished appearance. I snapped this right after coming in from the pool.