the office.

All week people in my office, who clearly didn't notice my absence last week, have been confronting me: "YOU'RE tan?!" Yes, I am.

You can tell that they so badly want to have caught me in the act and are waiting for me to fess up and say, yes, I sprayed it on last night or I'm wearing A LOT of make up. It's real, people. all real.

Tan is what happens when you stick your butt in the sand for a week and refuse to get up until you're husband tells you that you "look like a puerto rican."