What the F — I know! But it’s here and it’s true and I’m a living testament to them at this precise moment:

Tan lines!

I could hardly believe it myself. In fact I thought after my lovely lounge in the tub last night that it was just from too much warm water … why does that happen anyway, those red patches of skin? I mean, I get it if you’re in a shower with the water turned up super hot, but other than that, why?

Turns out I really do have actual tan lines. From a mere 35 minute walk with B. That’s some strong sun.

There’s nothing like some tan lines to make you realize just how pale and Casper-white-esque you are. I’m all for some Vitamin D, within moderation, of course. Right now, I’m thinknig of a nice raft, with koozie holder, a good read, a cool breeze.

Bring on the pool. I’m ready.