So I am sitting on my couch wearing a skirt, flip flops, and a t-shirt. The dog has not wanted to be inside all day. The girls walked to the park for a picnic. The kids rode bikes down the block and took the dog for a walk. The sky is a clear bright blue with no clouds in sight.
You would think that it was summer outside. It is only 50 degrees and we are all acting like it is 70 or 80 degrees.
I need the sun. I actually need it. I am happy that it is 50 degrees today, but 50 degrees is not what I need. I need 80, 90, or even 100 degrees with sun please.
So I have this immune system disease. I do not talk about it much, even with my family. Because of this I actually NEED the sun. Without the sun my body actually hurts. Most people are worried about getting too much sun. Most people are worried about long term effects of burning, peeling, and wrinkles. I worry about aches, pain and sores without the sun.
So here is my question: Do I tan? Do I fake bake? I wonder if I kept this (nasty freak disease)away for so long because I fake baked in high school. All winter long I was a lovely shade of light brown (fake brown). All summer long I was a beautiful dark brown thanks to the hours and hours of real sunshine that I soaked up.
Here is my problem: The older I get the more grossed out I am by the tanning beds. I LOVE the feel of the hot summer sun on my skin. I am a little creeped out by the hot fake lights and still sweaty glass bed that you lay on at the tanning place. I know that they are cleaned, I clean it myself before I lay down. But ewwww. Someones bare butt was just on here. Yeah, now all I can think of is sweaty ass. I need to move on....
To sum it up:
I miss you. Please come home soon.