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I know it's wrong to sit in the sun. I read the reports. I listen to the doctors' warnings. I really try to deny myself this guilty pleasure. I list all the bad thing that could happen.
Sunburn
Freckles
Dry Skin
Wrinkles
Cancer!
But then comes a day so perfect, so beautiful and warm . I just can't help myself, I have to go to the beach. But do I cover myself from head to toe? Wear a hat? Sit under an umbrella? Avoid the danger times between 10 a.m. and 2 p.m.? Wear sunscreen with the number 45 on it?
NO, I strip off all propriety and clothes. I slather on the sunscreen (a modest #30) put on a bikini and fall to the sand with wild abandon.
Roast each side happily for 30 minutes or so before the guilt (and boredom) sets in.
So I run home and peel off my suit, shower, moisturize and Admire my tan lines.