Naked Tannercize

I've always wondered why Jews don't have confession. Whenever I watch a television show or movie where the characters go to confession to pour over their wrongdoings, I realize that I have no such outlet for that sort of thing. I guess Jews just call that therapy. And since my blog is sort of theraputic for me, I must confess something to you all right now. Dear blog readers, I have sinned. I went tanning, twice... Fine, three times, and I really enjoyed it. I am so so sorry. Actually, I need to confess again. I'm not really sorry.

Being tan is amazing. I can go out with my hair in a slop, no makeup and I still look good! You can't put a price on that. Well I guess you could. $10.41 for 8 minutes of UVA lights... or a lifetime of skin cancer. Yet, I can't stop going. Every time I go, it seems like the longest 8 minutes of my life. It's supposed to be relaxing, however I spend the entire time sweating like a maniac and obsessively freaking out that somehow the machine is broken, isn't shutting off, and I've been in there for a half an hour.

This weekend I convinced Meredith to go with me. We were admiring our bronzeness and discussing our time in the booth, when she told me that she has severe ADD and absolutely cannot stand still in there for 8 minutes so she does squats, arm pumps, spins around... Practically does an entire Jane Fonda workout and always hopes there are no cameras taping her. This time the result of her spinning landed her completely discombobulated and she was pressing on the wrong panel to try and leave the booth for a couple minutes, fully thinking she was locked in there, while in fact the door was on the other side. I would have paid to see that. Then it hit me! We should market her experiences as an awesome home video set: Meredith's naked tanning aerobics! I am such an entrepreneur! We are going to make gazillions! We shot some stills today to give you an idea of the premise. Investors are welcome...