Tanners

Sarah cut my hair in Creston today at the Salon by Quick Pawn. Sounds classy, no? Perhaps, not so much. In fact Sahar is way more classy.

When I walked in the door, all the chairs were taken - somber faced people awaiting their tanning beds. Why do so many people spend their hard-earned money on tanning? It's surprising to me...

But I'm not a tanner. It must be somewhat addictive. Some of my friends - Patti, Jeanne - the Antisdel girls are big tanners. When we were in Northfield last weekend, we ran into a friend of Vicki's just back from Mexico. Her face watch very tan and blotchy. Ick!

I'd rather be pastey white! Guess that wish came true...