Microwave

No, I didn't go buy one. At one point I thought a good excuse for being lazy and not getting one was that I couldn't possibly carry a microwave from the trunk of my car to my kitchen, but I think everybody who reads this would know that's bullshit.

The reason I am blogging about microwaves is because I felt like a piece of leftover meat this morning. A couple weeks before the wedding I starting tanning, just so I wouldn't look like a ghost in the black bridesmaid dress. I think I might be a little bit addicted to tanning now. I thought it was pretty ridiculous at first, I was always the girl who embraced my whiteness because all the fashion magazines say it's the "in" thing. Whatever. I was embracing my whiteness because I was afraid to have my fat ass out in the sun wearing clothes that allowed for tanning.

I was also convinced that I could never use a tanning bed because I would break it. Had I only known about stand up tanning then.

So I started tanning. Initially I just used the stand up tanning booths and got myself a nice golden, skin cancer waiting to happen, tan. Somebody told me that the tanning beds would not break if I used them, just think of all the big powerlifter types who use them. That was enough to get me in one.

I have to admit that I love going to tan right after working out. Its very relaxing, laying there in the warmth, drifting off for 10 minutes. Not a good idea if you are claustrophobic, though. But anyway, I'm in the tanning bed this morning and I was using a bed I hadn't used before. All the beds I have been in and the stand up booth all beep and shut off when your time is up, but this bed beeped just like a microwave. I cooked myself for 10 minutes and I liked it.

I'm also excited to have this tan because I have every intention of spending time at the pool this summer and I'm hoping this will save me from the "damn you and your spf 1000000000 sunblock" sun burn.