Before gardening.
After gardening.
I am one big red freckle.
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Kris + Books = Good. *Sometimes*. 
Hot Australian Sun + gardening = wearing a hat and lots of sunscreen.Honestly, Kris, what would your Momma say?!;)
I did wear a hat! *sigh* I just forgot the sunscreen. *whining* Well, how was I meant to know that it was going to be 36 C?! I’m hoping that I will be spared Mumma’s lecture when she sees the result of my hand losing the war with a spiky palm and a hand saw. Eek!
WTF (hey did you see that, I am speaking the lingo)! I come home from working my guts out getting my classroom ready for Monday; I am an absolute wreck; knees locked up and killing me, can’t breathe in 80% humidity and starving hungry because I forgot all about food, only to find that you have hurt yourself gardening!!! Can’t help yourself, can you. Just pushing the envelope and not using the proper tools. We are SO going to Bunnings tomorrow!!!! AND what is this about NO sunscreen, just how old are you??? Oh yeh, I remember, I still have the stretch marks!!!
Sorry, forgot the paragraphs!!!
Sorry Mumma.*whispers* Oh, thanks a lot Jen! This is so your fault.