Roast In Peace

{For shits and giggles, print this picture out and look at it when you need a good chuckle}

Tan Mom (are you there? It’s me, Margaret Maria), this post is for you. While you may catch a lot of slack for indulging in one-too-many tanning bed seshes, I understand your plight all too well. While it’s totally NOT COOL for you to (allegedly) take your kiddo to fake bake, I sympathize with your yearning to maintain a year-round J. Lo glow. It’s part of our DNA. I get that.

Like you, my hero is George Hamilton. That debonaire style! That sexy smile! That 365-day-a-year bronzed epidermis! God bless his tan ass. Sure, tanning is taboo but I’m with you, allow us to roast in peace, America. There’s nothing quite like the sensation of the sun kissing my skin (with SPF on my mug and sensitive spots, natch). While I’m well aware I’ll eventually channel Magda from There’s Something About Mary, life’s far too short to spend it in the shade.  Love, The Wordy Girl

{Alexis tunic, Indah terry cloth shorts, Target tank, Nordstrom hat, Jimmy Choo wedges}