I think I’m really losing brain cells right and left. I’ve been doing some things that would qualify me as airhead.

One was earlier this week and one was today.

Let’s start with earlier this week.

I happen to totally dislike the look of pale, sickly white legs as they emerge from shorts. And I am guilty of sporting this look on a far too regular basis.

I used to be one for sitting in the sun for hours, baby oil slathered on me and tin foil reflectors in strategic locations. I would often fry to a crisp and resemble a lobster, moaning loudly about the pain.

but the burn would turn to a tan and I’d be ever so happy. I do like how a tan looks. All hale and hearty.

Well, of course, I have read all the dire warnings about skin cancer and I no longer sit and fry. I don’t even sit and tan purposely. So how to solve the sick leg look?

Tan-in-a-can of course!

I picked some up at the drugstore and read the directions. I followed them carefully and smoothed the cream on my legs. I avoided all clothing and furniture until they were dry and waited for the results.

I have blotchy, stripey, tending towards orange skin.

This was not the look I’d been going for. Thank goodness my legs aren’t near my hair. I think I clash.

I haven’t quite figured out the best was to solve the splotch problems.

I think I'll just wear pants.

Then there’s today’s episode.

It was a lovely, sunny 70 degree day out today, and I am totally taken with the new Harry Potter. I just wanted to read, but thought I should be enjoying the weather as well, so I decided to read on my balcony.

I chose the front balcony as it was fairly well shaded and I didn’t think I’d get too much sun out there. I think was out there for maybe an hour and a half, and now half of my face is reddish. It’s not burned or tanned, just kind of pinkish.

I look like one of those magazine ads for before and after makeup.

The weirdest thing is that the side that got the color is the side that was to the building, not the side that was facing the most sunlight.

What? Did the rays bounce off the building or something?

I also have a huge bite, or perhaps a pimple, just below the bridge of my nose. It hurts and is red and angry looking. It looks as if I have a headlight.

Doesn’t all this sound oh-so-attractive?

I think I need to hide for a bit.

I ended up going to moms for dinner tonight. She called late in the afternoon to invite me, and I didn’t have the heart to say no.

Not that I had anything better to do, I just didn’t really want to go out.

It was fine, and it made her happy that I came over so I can’t really complain. I feel as if I have to make this kind of effort on a regular basis now. Before she didn’t need company as much, but now she wants us all around more often.

I can understand that.