One of my coworkers had the audacity to tell me a couple of days ago that my legs are even more pale than those of a certain very white coworker.
Unfortunately, it's true. I get a pretty good bake from chest up from the car window, so in general I never look like dough all over, but I haven't had a reason to expose my legs yet this year.
For one thing, getting into the shower after brushing my teeth is already an invitation for nausea to crash the party. Although pregnancy makes my body hair grow so fast that I can't keep up with it, it's rare that I have the energy to shave. When I do shave, I get this weird five-o'clock shadow immediately afterwards. So, it just seems pointless.
Anyway, I shaved on Wednesday because I had a doctor's appointment (that's what we women do). I was wearing my stretchy capri-length gaucho pants because they're roomy in the waist. Ms. Thing, made her curious observation and then I was on a hunt to find somewhere to go to put my feet into hot sand for a couple of days.
Because I'd snagged a great deal for a business-related hotel stay for someone last week on Hotwire (a three-star room worth $118 for $32) I went back there to find something on the beach. Any beach. I searched as far north as Virginia Beach (too expensive) and as far south as Myrtle Beach.
I did find a three-star room in Myrtle Beach right on the beach for $62, so we decided to book a three-day weekend on the weekend right before things get expensive. So, in three weeks I'm going to tan myself black. Or as close to black as yellow can get.
Yip!
Posted by Tiffany at May 5, 2006 07:41 AM | TrackBack