A Little Color

My tan has come early this year. It all started during my spring break. Not when I was in some warm, tropical climate, but Cleveland.

It was beautiful that week. Temperatures in the high 70's, low 80's, and even hit 90. All except that one day it snowed. So, that week I spent a lot of time outside: running, playing with Shea, going to watch softball games and such. With the sun shining everyday, except that one that it snowed, I started to get some good color. 

I was blessed to be born Italian. This meaning, my olive skin gets dark quickly. So, a few days in the sun gives big results. Since it had been raining and cold for a few days here in upstate New York, I decided to go tanning. I didn't want to lose the start of the tan I have, so I figured one time would keep me in a good place. 

Today, a day after my trip short, ten minute trip to the bed, you would think I had just gotten back from Hawaii. Everybody had a comment about how I looked so nice and tan. I was sure to credit spending lots of time outside running and playing with Shea. Which really is true. Thankfully, my olive skin doesn't give me that orange, oompa loompa skin that a lot of people get when they go tanning.

You know we've all seen those girls. Don't worry, Jeff, I'm not one of them. My skin tone won't allow it. Nor would I ever let it go that far, because: