If I have a sexy orange glow in any of the following photos it's because I am a naturally golden-skinned beach goddess and definitely not because I recently underwent a troubling self-tanner mishap. Ok, fine, it was Jergens' fault and I feel my story must be shared. Yesterday I smeared on a generous helping of tanning creme, taking special care to spread an even layer over my skin to avoid looking like a hot streaky mess. Fast forward to 9:30 this morning when I stumbled into my bathroom and froze in horror when I saw my reflection. Not to be unoriginal, but I looked just like any one of those neon buffoons from Jersey Shore after a marathon sesh of T (no G or L for me, thanks). I was able to to scrub most of it off in the shower, but a thin layer remains. It'll be gone by tomorrow so yuk it up while you can.
After I calmed down from the morning's trauma, I managed to visit to the frozen yogurt place down the street from my apartment building.