To spray or not to spray...

In preparation for our upcoming Mexican vacation, and more importantly - to spare everyone from the blinding glare from my "celestial" white skin (might look great on Edward, but I'm not Edward) - I tried out the "spray tanning" booth last night. Hey, I'm old and way out of touch with how things are done now-a-days, and this is out of my comfort zone, but I'm just vain enough so I tried it. In my younger days, I did try out the tanning beds, but alas - I DON'T tan and no amout of sun or artificial rays will change that - I actually had a reaction to the beds which resulted in a doctor visit with costly creams so the tanning beds are out. The kind lady at the tanning place told me it would take 6 - 8 hours before I would know how well it did - so when I woke up this morning - this is what I felt I looked like....

Or, maybe not quite that dark. I only went with the Level 1 (can you only imagine what I would have looked like if I had gone with the Level 3?). So - I have laughed all day remembering Zoolander, when he worked with his Pop and brothers in the mine - couldn't find a picture of that one, just use your imagination.

Sorry guys, no pictures of myself just yet - at work, under the florecent lights, I do look a bit orange. It has been fun to hear the different comments and jabs made on my behalf today. The jury is still out on whether or not I'll continue doing it after our vacation but in the meantime at least I won't be blinding anyone on the beach!