For those of you new to the "Nutshell," Saturday is Ben's day to post (my husband). Also I posted an extra post last night, so check it out below. -Cat
A few years ago, my father-in-law offered to watch Sam (Nephi wasn't yet with us) for a few days so Cat and I could have a romantic get-away to Mesquite. Who could refuse such a generous offer? Then a couple of weeks before we were scheduled to take off, Cat won a weeks worth of free tans at a local tanning salon. We thought that was great luck! Here we were white as white, prime for the Nevada sun to fry us like bacon, and we get a chance to get a free base tan. Base tans are great, Cat assured me as we entered the salon. If we get one, she told me, we aren't as likely to burn on our trip. Cool, I thought.
So there we were, the first customers of the day sporting our swimwear proudly and were greeted by a "well-done" teenage girl who showed us to our different rooms. She set the timer in my room and told me to press start when I was ready, then moved off to help Cat. Leaving my swimming trunks on because of fear of what might get burnt, I jumped in and lowered the lid, funky goggles and all. After a few minutes, I started to feel a little warm on the skin, and I thought good it's working, then a few more minutes passed, and a few more, then finally the buzzer chimed and the lights faded.
After donning my clothing I went outside to wait for Cat only to find her already finished and waiting for me.
"What took you so long?" She said.
"You know how much longer it takes me to get dressed than you" I replied.
"OK, let's go" She answered.
We set a date to return the next day, then left.
Little did I know that the results of tanning beds take a few hours to show. By that evening I looked like a boiled lobster, and felt like one too.
The next day, I returned to the tanning salon, to show them what they'd done to me. This time were greeted by the owner who did the most genuine gasp I've ever heard.
She took one look at me and asked, "What happened!?"
I told my daring story of braving the tanning booth #1. Not only had the bulbs just been changed recently making it "ultra" powerful. But the newbie worker had set the timer for 10 minutes too long!
Horrified at her employee's blunder, she quickly offered me another week of free tans. Now, having been recently fried, I politely declined her generous offer.
Needless to say by the time our getaway arrived I had fully shed a layer of skin and had a nice tan emerge from underneath.
"Perfect" I thought. "Every time we go down there, I'll just hit that tanning booth about a week prior, and I'll be set." I've never worked up the guts however to do it since then, but I have convinced Cat that my farmers tan is sexy.
The Tan-Man now is only a memory.
-The Daddy Nut.