Planet Creamsicle

Hello, blog readers. It's been a while.
You will all be delighted (I think) to hear that I have FINALLY succeeded in meeting person #14 of the Persons Project. Yesterday I had the privilege of going to the Landmark Ford company picnic with my father (car salesman extraordinaire), my step-mother, and my step sister, Liz. Liz and I had a plan. This plan was to win first place in the three legged race. Last year we got second, and even though we won thirty dollars each, my new motto of the day is "Champions never lose", so I thought it would be appropriate to kick all the other participants' asses.
No, we didn't get first. Holding our tradition, we placed second, but we weren't nearly as disappointed about getting second as we were upon finding out that they weren't giving out prize money this year.
To console ourselves, Liz and I decided to get our faces/wrists painted upon by the face painter.
Said face painter turned out to be a handsome young man by the name of Sam who would paint planets on my and Liz's wrists, have his picture taken and published on the internet, and end up with an extra water bottle by the end of the picnic.
Thanks, Sam.
The Earth on my wrist is incredible.