American Maracas.
Cha Cha Cha!
Hi! I'm tan!
Or maybe African American is a bit more fitting.
I made a few new friends at my pool, Jen and Chris. Jen is twenty nine, and just as ridiculous as I am. She's Israeli. Chris is thirty, married, and his wife hates me because she is antisocial (literally) and him Jen and I have way too much fun at the pool. No really, she hates me. Chris is Italian.
I tell you their nationalities for good reason, I swear. So, one of Jen and I's favorite topics to talk about for the five hours that we're wasting away in the sun, is tanning. How tan we can get, how to get tanner, and if it's really true that SPF eight doesn't really count, it's just as good as SPF zero. We are officially in the middle of a tan war: who can get the tannest this summer. We volunteered Chris in our little war too, it's just more fun, because he's Italian and has really dark skin.
Just when I thought Jen, with her dark Isreali skin, was beating me by about 6 shades of bronze, I show up at the pool with a little something called, "EXTREME". Let me tell you, that tanning lotion lives up to it's name. Are you looking at that picture up there? I'm no white girl. Now I actually look like my heritage, half Portuguese.
Well, kids. I'm officially winning this war. Who would have thought that a little white girl could beat out an Italian and an Israeli? Don't underestimate the power of a bottle of EXTREME and a girl on a mission.
Toodles!
