It is with great sadness that I find myself writing yet another blog about what an idiot I am. I should have titled this post, "When will I learn?"
This past Tuesday, I went for an innocent run at the gym, and being a little blue about the lack of sunshine, I wandered into the gym's tanning salon. "Just a few minutes of sun" might be just the thing to kick my winter blues, I thought. A few minutes later I found myself listening intently to the tan 17 year-old that was knowingly explaining to me the benefits of the burn/browning rays of the "Red Hot Chili Pepper Bed". At hearing the name of this tanning wonderbed, and yes that is the real name, you would think that I would have turned and ran to the nearest exit. I am a college graduate. I am the mother of three children. I am gainfully employed as a tax analyst. I am quite a reasonable person. Not to mention, an extremely pale and pasty skinned person.
So, what did I do? I shelled out my ten dollars so that I too could be subjected to four of the most uncomfortable, red, painful, blistering, and itchy days of my life.
Yes, there are pictures. No, you will never see them.