The first degree

Are you aware that a sunburn is actually categorized as a first-degree burn? It really makes sense, seeing as the word "burn" is half of the word, but you never really equate the two. At least, you never do until your back feels like you were roasted on a spit over a campfire.

That's a funny term. Spit. Why is that cooking device called a spit? If there's one thing I really don't want to think about in terms of food preparation, it's spit. Gross.

Anyway, I'm sunburned, which means I went to Florida. But now I'm back. Sunburn aside, it was a wicked good time. Hanging out with family on the beach, taking the boat out, and experiencing the incredible wealth of South Florida. There's really nothing that compares to seeing a Travel Channel report on the new Lamborghini that you just saw drive by ten minutes before.

To close, here are some things I recommend:
-Having a laptop and Family Guy DVDs to watch on trips. Really makes the trip fly and the people around you get really jealous and try to watch even though they can't hear the words.
-Owning a Lamborghini.
-Knowing how to spell Lamborghini.
-Wearing sunscreen. (Geez, who would have ever thought that novelty song by Baz Luhrmann would turn out to be so true?)

And some things I don't recommend:
-Raising your risk of skin cancer.
-Carrying luggage on sunburnt shoulders.
-Skateboarding in front of a Lamborghini.

P.S. Josh and I are the best cousins. We feel good knowing that the two things we taught our younger cousins were the phrase "pedophilic tendencies" and the game where farting directly on someone means you own them. Now Rex owns Josh 4 times and me twice. We're such good role models.