One of my coworkers challenged me to a contest before we left. She was going to Florida, and she said that we should see which one of us would come back with a better tan. Clearly I have fooled her with my wintery-white-hasn't-been-thoroughly-tanned-in-three-years-but-still-tans-well-when-given-the-chance skin. It is also apparent that she does not know me that well yet.
I don't lose.
I have been responsible. I have tons of sunscreen and a hat, and I have been very careful to tan in the safest way possible. I know that no tan is really safe, but I also know that it makes me happy to be toasted a golden brown every now and then.
Plus, I like winning.
Thank you, my tan, you made my day.