We've been going tanning in preparation for Cuba; the theory is that if we establish a base tan, the Caribbean sun won't shock/fry our poor little white bodies.
I started out at six minutes, and today at eleven minutes I found my tanning threshold, or at least a slow-down point. Yup, I got sunburnt. Er... tanning bed burnt? I'm pink.
I've got one pretty major tan line - down the middle of my back. I guess the way I lay squishes my back together and left one area protected from the UV rays? There's a white stripe going up my back now. A racing stripe. Woot.
And so the aloe comes out already.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
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there's probably an episode of looney tunes in which the wild cat was confused for a skunk because of a tanline! beware of aggressive skunky suitors!
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