Spray tan

This weekend I looked in the mirror at my cadaverously white self and decided it was time to get a spray tan. Just because I’ve spent the last three years in Alaska doesn’t mean I have to look like I’ve spent the last three years in Alaska.

This morning when I walked into my classroom, Kindergartener A said, “Miss Staats! What happened to your face?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“It’s brown!” she exclaimed.

Kindergartener B looked at me and nodded approvingly. “It looks better,” she said.

And you know what? She’s right.

One Response to “Spray tan”

  1. Response from Favorite Sister : ):

    I am quite pleased with the fact that you blogged finally!! yay!