Idiot’s Guide to Tanning Bed Dont’s…
With the Romantic Time’s convention fast approaching, I find myself scrambling to get ready. I’m altering dresses (no one tell my sister in law that I hacked up the bridesmaid dress she made me wear to be a Goth fairy), preparing gift basket giveaways and trying to do a few last minute pick me ups. Enter—the tanning bed mishap. Now I know this has little to do with writing and I’m sorry ahead of time for those of you who only wish to read about that aspect but I thought it was funny so I’m sharing with the group.
After much debate, I decided to get a tanning package. I show up and the guy who owns the place tells me the bulbs were just changed so I might want to go for ten minutes. I’m thinking, nah, I always tan nice I’ll push for twenty. He gives me the raised eyebrow look but steps aside.
