what I learned this weekend

Hello

So I went to do the whole spray tan nail business thing with my sister (in the picture above. the dude is my husband, Tim, who gave us the gift certificates to do this fancy business) and I learned a couple of things.

Not all spray tans are private matters. When I went in for my appointment, I was introduced to this lady- I can't remember her name so I will call her Lola. Lola gingerly shook my hand and guided me to the tanning room. She said, "you'll need to get undressed and I will be back in a few minutes to spray you." I must have had a look of shear terror on my face because she quickly added, " You undress to what you feel comfortable in." Well I didn't pack my big, fluffy robe so I'm in a bit of a pickle. Crap!! That was all I could think of. So I venture in to the tanning room.

Of coarse there was a full sized wall mirror which just added to my torment. I undressed down to my undergarments, looked in the mirror, stuck my tongue out and whispered, "fool!" to myself. Lola reappeared and asked me how dark I wanted to be. I said, "I just don't want to look like I'm dead- no need to over do anything." She chuckled and started spraying. You have to stand with your arms straight out on each side. I was feeling very embarrassed. That changed the minute Lola started spraying. It felt like she was spraying ice water on my body- yikes! Lola sees that I am tense and asks how I doing, "Lovely." I reply. "Good, because I am going to apply the second coat now." "Oh no you didn't. " I thought to myself. And then it was over. She gave me a blow dryer to dry myself off with. I threw my clothes back on and turned around to have a look at my tan self. "Wow, I look alive. I think I could get use to this." And now a new addiction begins.....

Chronic hand washers shouldn't do the whole manicure thing. I have polish peel already and it's only Tuesday.

My new favorite store is anthropology. They have the sweetest dresses. Kind of vintage and very cute. IF I had a million dollars..........

Best part of Superbowl- dessert and friends- not necessarily in that order.

I am finding I say "Crap" way too much.

Have a good one.