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In an attempt to spice up our life, Curtis took me to the river.  Not to drown.  He’s way to scared of my niece for that.  Or perhaps he loves me or something.  I absolutely love swimming, and anytime I can I’m happy as a clam.  Anytime we can go to the ocean I will freezingly throw myself into the surf heedless of sharks or killer sand dollars, and paddle around until I lose any feeling in my behind.  Of course here in Oregon, that only takes 3 seconds.

Once I asked my friend Jeremy if he wanted to go to the ocean with us.  He looked thoughtful for a second and decided no.  He told me, “Every time I try to get out of the water, Greenpeace shows up to put me back in”.

First we had to get ready to go out in the sun.  You know Curtis and I are both pasty white, and I’m sure you think we need lead aprons when we go outside, and its partially true with Curtis, but not really with me.  There is a big difference between the amount of sun block we need.

That would be Curtis’s on the left.  I’m not joking when I say he really does need 100 spf.  It might be because he’s part vampire, but the guy almost bursts into flames anytime he goes outside.  Or on church grounds.  The sun block on the right is mine.  I really don’t need much if I’m only out for a couple hours.  If I manage to get any color, its usually a light red that fades into a light tan with more freckles than you could play connect the dots with.

We didn’t stay out long, but it was still fun.  No one yelled, “Thar be a white whale”, or tried to hurl a harpoon at me either.