So my epic sunburn has entered the itchy as hell stage, which means the inevitable is about to happen… peeling. This brought on a serious discussion with some of my kickball teammates, the ‘That’s What She Said’, at our last game. (Yes that’s our teams name, yes we scream it all the time at inappropriate moments)
Ashley: Stop scratching, the more you scratch the worse the peel will be, rub instead.
Susan: NO Scratch! I love the peel, it’s the only bright side of a burn.
Ashley: That’s gross.
Susan: Oh come on! You’re telling me you don’t love the challenge of pulling a Perfect Peel.
Ashley: A what?
Susan: A Perfect Peel, a peel that goes the entire length of the burn.
Ashley: GROSS. And now I’m thinking of Austin Powers, great thanks a lot Susan!
Susan: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Me: I DO, I KNOW! Goldmember peels of his gold skin and eats it! “Yesh, Shalty, Yesh that was good.”
Susan: UGH GROSS!! I don’t eat it, God Ashley!
Ashley: I didn’t say you did! Your description just made me think of it.
Susan: Great thanks, you have forever ruined the Perfect Peel for me.
Me: Ok, so I’ll just rub it.
Susan & Ashley: THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID!
Me: *sigh* go team.