sunburn

So my most beloved boyfriend went on Sunday to a ribfest with his buddies. To drink beer, eat pork, and then watch wrestling (insert Tim the Toolman Taylor grunting noises here) We stopped on the way to him dropping me off to get him some sunblock. I bought him 45 SPF. He applied it. Once. And never again. Hence he has the impression of a wife beater, in pale white skin, outlined with red. "Ow, I have to go home. Ow. I have to leave work early" "Why, what's wrong?" "Weren't you listening? I have a sunburn." Oh dear God. A sunburn. I feel like a heartless bitch sometimes but if the future of the human race was dependent on him having children - plan on us dying out rather quickly. And he gets so mad if I say that he exaggerates. "You're a hypochondriac." "Uh no - no I'm not I just have alot of serious ailments." Good god. So last night was spent with him moaning and making sure I was watching him as he winced and moaned. Then came the application of aloe and lotion. That was a wincing extreme. And then, the kicker: "Make sure you really apply the lotion well to my tattoo. I am nervous about losing the color." So I apply lotion. "Jesus, why are you applying so much?" I give up. Like I've said before, I love him to the extreme, but sometimes....