Yesterday as we headed out to the berry patch, I slathered on the SPF 45 in the truck. I coated my arms, legs, and ears.
"I don't want to prematurely age," I explained. (I have a deep fear of developing a leathery, wrinkled collarbone area in my 40s.) I think I'm going to be just fine in that regard.
Unfortunately, my back seems destined to soon resemble a shrunken apple person.