So today is the NHS's 60th Birthday. For those of you who don't know I work for the NHS...I knew it was 60 years but I didn't realize it was today. How did I celebrate? I went to the tanning bed.Okay, I know tanning beds are not healthy...I get it they are bad for you. I also have come to terms with representing pale force one, I'm translucent 12 months of the year now that I live in "sunny" Scotland. It's not a vanity thing, I could care less if I was tan for my wedding. However, I do NOT want to be sunburnt on my wedding or honeymoon.
So my option is the taninng bed. 6 minutes a go, 2-3 times a week for a month. I will not turn a healthy glow and I'm pretty sure most people will not even notice, but I will not fry in Cincinnati or the Dominican Republic for that matter. I am going to attempt to document my journey from Cling-wrap to porcelian. So I took a picture of my ring finger now (its the only tan line that isn't going to be on my ass) and will do so once a week or so. Somehow this also turned out to be the best picture I've ever taken of my ring.
I also have to say, as much as I know how bad they are for you, I also find the tanning beds ridiculously relaxing. There is something about the warmth and the buzzing of the machine I don't know. I might be alone on this one, but I find it very soothing.
Maybe because it never really gets hot here, even if its sunny you don't ever get that overwhelming sense of heat. I don't know, but I definitely miss summer. Actually I miss all 4 distinct seasons; everything just blends into one big wet, overcast windy mild season.
Well from fried skin to fried chicken; Pamela Anderson would be pissed off at me, but she also has been carrying around a huge Hermès leather bag lately, but I'm going to get some KFC after receiving an email from Pepsi about some special they are running stateside. I find KFC here to be fundamentally flawed because it does not have biscuits or mashed potatoes.
