I should not be allowed out without supervision. Ever.

Yesterday, I drove by the tanning salon (on the way to the liquor store) and saw a "2 for 1" tanning sale on the way home. I thought, you know I wouldn't mind looking a little sun kissed for Kat's wedding so in I went.


"The spray on tan is instant - and two for one." she said.

"Sign me up!"

Ten minutes later I left feeling kind of rubbery - like I was coated in plastic - but without anymore color than when I went in. She assured me that within four short hours I would look like I just left Cuba.

A few hours later, feeling sort of tired I decided to lay my head down for a moment. I fell fast asleep and didn't wake up until 6 this morning. That amounts to allowing this spray on stuff to cook in for a total of 14 hours. From the hands down I appear to be of Spanish descent. (!) The rest of me looks good - sun kissed just as intended. Lucky for me this stuff fades fairly quickly.

Sigh. Back to the hand tan for me. This seems to be a recurring theme.

On top of that - this morning when I wandered downstairs to have my coffee and - gasp! - out of coffee beans. I would have gone back to bed and just given up but I had just slept for 10 hours (I know - crazy) and chances of sleeping again seemed slim to impossible. Also, I wanted to shower the plastic coating off... So (in my pajamas) I drove to Tim Horton's and made the handing over of the money lightening fast (SO as not to showcase the very odd looking pigment) and gulped down my coffee.

Sigh.