A little over two weeks ago I returned from a weeklong Western Caribbean cruise. It was a much-needed break (although it took me a couple days just to get into relaxation mode), and I somehow managed to maintain my weight throughout. (If you know me and good food, you should be impressed.)
I like the sun and the heat… but I certainly don’t go south to tan. Regardless, I still obtained a little bit of sun – enough to give me some noticeable color for a week or so.
Well, today the inevitable happened. I glanced down at my arm at one point and couldn’t believe how flaky my skin was. My ‘tan’ was quickly going the way of the cruise: south.
While Denise prepped supper tonight, I came up with this brief ode to my tan. Enjoy.
The Day My Tan Went Away
This is the day
My tan went away
It bought the farm
It fell off my arm
It fell on the floor
My tan is no more
It’s a very sad day –
My tan went away.