Sun Spots

Something about Tanning...Why are we all so obsessed with cooking ourselves like chicken on a rotisserie ? Yes, even I enjoy the laziness of laying there, good music in the back round, cocktail in hand and the rays streaming forth blistering the vital organ we all take for granted. There are some (and I dare not mention any names - they know who they are) that take this tradition to the extreme. My sister in law and I have created another name for these folks, even commenting that we think they are from the "Planet" we named for them..."Tangeriane" It's really ridiculous when you see someone in February that lives on the East Coast sporting an orange color Hugh that almost blinds the human eye. Again, I don't expect people to look like death with no color and gloom, it's just that the Tangerian People obsess on visiting those bacteria infested salons, only to re-enter society glowing like an orange and thinking they look healthier than everyone else...What's even crazier is more and more are making appointments Tangerianes - they are everywhere!