On Friday our friend James told me I was more pasty than he had ever seen me. Now I know I don't really tan well, but that pasty? Really? I asked Mike about it and, being the loving husband that he is, confirmed it. So yesterday I decided to do something about it. We went tanning go the backyard. I slathered 30 spf on my face and 8 on the rest of me, got out the lawn chair and a book and let the sun do its thang. Mike is now a deep brown and I am a lovely light pink, ready to turn into a tan. Too bad I have these pasty lines of white down my sides making it look like I went to a tanning bed. I guess my next step is to lay on my sides to correct that problem. Zoe and Zane wanted to hang out too and I wanted to play with the new photo editing app on my phone.
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remember we northwesterners don't tan we rust.
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