SuburbanAdventure

While atlatlry was a double-edge sword of fun and sunburn.  Shaving with sunburn is one of my least favorite past-times but in that it was my mother’s birthday, I wasn’t going to let her laugh at me over ribs at the Churchville Inn.  I applied shaving cream and set to task with my Shick Quattro.  All went well until I hit the half-way mark of my chin.  I guess due to how I stood at the Camporee the left half of my face was much more sunburnt than the right and the first stroke of the razor proved this.  I had the choice of looking like the aliens from Let This Be Your Last Battlefield or searing pain.  Each time the razor went over toasted skin I grimaced, looked in the mirror, and said to myself “ribs”.