Fake-N-Bake

I had a remote on Sunday at one of our wonderful local tanning salons. The people there offered me a free week of tanning and at first I said no.

Let me just give you a little background into the relationship between me and the Sun. We don't get along too well. I can stay in the Sun for a grand total of twenty minutes and even a week later I'll be piling on the aloe.

After thinking about it for the entire remote (a whole two hours) I went back in and agreed, with the condition that If I get burned, I will say bad things about the salon on the radio. (I would never actually do that)


This is not a picture of me
They put me in for three minutes.

I don't know if you've ever been in a tanning bed but because of the horrible things I have heard about them I felt like I had been treated to a free lifetime supply of skin cancer. The lights turned on and I freaked out thinking I was already Shirley Temple red after just seconds. It turned out the first dose gave me no more than a huge headache and a fast heart beat. (which scared me even more)

With no color in my skin yet I figured I'd take advantage of the free week and yesterday I went back. I asked them to raise my time to five minutes. It wasn't so scary in the bed this time and the results were great at first...I walked away with pretty much the darkest tan I've ever had. (which isn't saying much)

As I slept last night my skin must have decided it didn't like it's new color and I went back to recycled paper. Today would be the third day of tanning if I didn't decide the whole thing was crazy. Why lie in a tanning bed when you can just enjoy the great outdoors and get a nice tan. Plus you won't end up looking like John Kerry at a presidential debate.



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