I am so sunburnt from Mule Day I can’t even tell you. We had to go to Target and get Solarcaine and I couldn’t even wait to get out of the store to put it on. It has faded a lot on my arms, but my forehead is still a mess. I went out to do some weeding this morning and even the morning sun was too much on my face.

I’m not sure I will be able to leave the house. But there are no cookies in the house. So, I have quite a dilemma.

Mule Day, otherwise, was a good time. We missed the parade, because I thought it ended at the park so we went and walked around and looked at all the booths and such, only to discover that we weren’t going to see the parade. But then! When we left, all the folks who had mules and horses were making their way back to the park, so we pretty much got to see the part of the parade my parents would have most enjoyed.

Then we came home and got the plants I got with my Bates groupon in the ground. Okay, really, Mom did all that because I was a sneezing mess. But I watched and took things out of their containers!

I’m a little sad I’m not going to be doing more gardening today, but what can you do? The sun burns you; you cannot burn the sun in revenge.

I guess I could drape a sheet over my whole body, and cut me some eye-holes, and weed well-protected from the sun, but I don’t want to be mistaken for a ghost or a KKK member so I will not. I’m just saying, I see the practicality in draping a sheet over me in order to garden.

But the good thing about the outdoors is that it’s not going anywhere. I can get to it later.

In other news, the gubernatorial candidates have come out on social issues. I’m already hearing this “Well, why shouldn’t I vote for Haslam if the Democrats aren’t going to run anyone left of him?” and I would say a.) because voting for a Republican because the Democrats won’t run someone more liberal will, in fact, do nothing to convince the Democrats to run someone more liberal. They will, almost assuredly, get the opposite message.

But, more importantly, b.) though the difference in McWherter v. these other fools might be mere inches, they are crucial inches, the inches on a cliff ledge between solid ground and open space.

I’m not madly in love with McWherter, but I tell you what. I sure as hell don’t want those other bozos in charge.

And if you aren’t a straight, white, Protestant, married man with no friends or loved ones different than you, neither should you, “I’m voting Republican to send a message to the Democrats” folks.