Saturday.
Today is the day. Today is the day my milky white, Cullen-esque skin is going to see the sun and some color is going to stick. It’s going to happen. Today. Yes. Today.
[insert application of SPF 30 here]
I feel hot. I must be burning.
[insert application of SPF 50 here]
My nose is red. My back is red. My cheeks are red.
[insert application of SPF 100 here]
I am totally tan! Wheeeeee!
I get up to the room and strip naked in frantic search for tan lines.
Nothing. My nose is red. But there are no tan lines to speak of.
OH WAIT!
There IS some color. On my ears. Hello, sunburn!
Sunday.
My nose is no longer red. My ears are no longer burnt. I look like a Cullen again.
Well, then, TODAY is the day alimartell gets a tan.
[insert application of SPF 30 here]
I feel hot. I must be burning.
[insert application of SPF 50 here]
My nose is red. My back is red. My cheeks are red.
[insert application of SPF 100 here]
I am totally tan! Wheeeeee!
I get up to the room and strip naked in frantic search of tan lines.
Nothing. My nose is red. But there are no tan lines to speak of.
Monday.
I have never been this white in my life. But, you guys, TODAY IS THE DAY.
Tan day.
[insert application of SPF 30 here]
I feel hot. I must be burning.
[insert application of SPF 50 here]
My nose is red. My back is red. My cheeks are red.
[insert application of SPF 100 here]
I am totally tan! Wheeeeee!
I get up to the room and strip naked in frantic search of tan lines.
Nothing. My nose is red. But there are no tan lines to speak of.
TOMORROW. Tomorrow is definitely going to be the day.