Safe, sound and laughing hysterically …

My girls and I are still in San Francisco. We had visions of sleeping in today. NOPE. We got an early morning wake up call from the fire alarm and that thing is LOUD. This is not our first go-around with hotel evacuations. I know, it's shocking! Our first was in Massachusetts. Again, it was LOUD. Both times, thankfully, there was no actual fire. Just smokers not following hotel rules. Don't even get me started.

Anyway, the girls and I found ourselves on the street in front of our hotel early this morning along with everyone else who was staying there. Trying to make the best of our situation I suggested that we take a walk and go to breakfast. It sounded like a nice idea to me. Then the reality of our rushing out the door to safety came full circle. Libs said, "Mom, I don't have on pants!" This stuck me as one of the funniest things I had ever heard. Needless to say, we didn't walk to breakfast.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you are safe and sound and laughing hysterically!!!

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A streaky boob … 

I think that every year I have at least one summer time blog entry that addresses my adventures in self-tanning. This is that one.

I am a redhead. Which also means I am very fair-skinned. I “tan” to others people’s winter skin color. And I’m OK with that. I discovered self-tanning in college, and now, decades later the choices are truly limitless. I have mastered, on most days, self application. But then there are those days that I am rushed and really have no business even holding tanner in my hand. Like today.

This morning I applied my tanner in a hurry and then ran out to go get Libs from her tennis lesson. As I sat there watching Libs finish up her lesson I happened to look down … and I saw IT. A big huge uneven steak of tanner shining like a big brown beacon across my chest and into my sundress.

My first thought, FIX IT. My next thought, “Why couldn’t it be on my leg?!?!”

I could have fixed it on my leg without disrupting the socially appropriate nature that being a tennis mom encompasses. But I couldn’t. It was THERE. I wouldn’t dare, not in public. And definitely not at tennis. So I sat there and just let it continue drying. THERE. Oh. My. God.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t have a streaky boob!!!