I may or may not have mentioned here before that I’m a fan of the ol’ fake bake. Yes, I tan. The primary reason is tan fat looks better than white fat. There’s something about the healthy glow of a nice tan….
I don’t over-do it by any means. I do the stand up tanning, go-go dancer booth and hang on to the poles provided for those of us with balance issues. I generally go tan 2-3 times a week for 9 minutes each time. I started this tanning routine a long time ago and I can remember my apprehension when I found out that it’s proper protocol to do so sans clothing… of any kind. I was razzed sufficiently the first few times I showed up with a bathing suit in hand. Live and learn. So anyway…
A few nights ago it was mentioned to me that I had a little white strip that really stood out against my tan. It was located in that area where the two cheeks meet up. And there was a little giggling when it was mentioned. Yesterday while standing in the tanning booth I decided to try and fix that… so as I was standing there holding onto the rails I leaned forward slightly allowing for some light to reach the little white strip. I’ll show him! Pft.
The former little white strip is now a shade of pink and ITCHY! And driving me crazy because we all know you can’t walk around just grabbing ass and scratching any ol’ time you need to. Live and learn.
This past Tuesday I was cutting down boxes so they could be taken away. I have lots and lots of empty boxes in my office. Things that were received and never unpacked. Part of my organization goals are to get everything unpacked and stored properly in the wealth of cabinet space provided me right there in my office. I don’t understand why that was not done by the previous person… I guess he preferred to just stack boxes and forget about it. That office was truly a sloppy man cave occupied by someone who was too lazy to put things in a space. Anyway… in order for boxes to be tossed out they have to be cut down. I don’t have a box cutter. But I have some really nice, sharp utility scissors. I was on my 3rd cut down task when this happened:
That hurt! And it bled… and bled…and bled… for about 6 hours. Not just an ooze of blood but gushing blood. I thought I might bleed out and die. I’m serious… I have never ever had a finger wound bleed like this one did! I bet I’m anemic now. I won’t be cutting down boxes with scissors anymore. Live and learn.
Here’s the most recent me: