Earlier this evening, after work, I went to get a spray tan because I am going to be in my friend’s wedding this weekend and I’ve had a cumulative 3 hours to sit out by the pool this summer.

And I don’t really tan well.

At all, really.

My own mother even called me pale.

So, I found myself at the tanning salon trying to turn myself a natural bronze without subjecting myself to sun damage.

Do you know the number one rule of getting a spray tan?

Do NOT get wet.  Otherwise your “tan” will spot.  And the only thing worse than being pale is having a spotty tan.

Imagine my delight when I left the tanning salon and saw this sky.  Oh goody.

I got in my car and decided if I couldn’t be out in the rain, I would drive around and chase the storm.

Funnel cloud?

The skies looked different in every direction.  There were, dark clouds, sheets of rain, light clouds, pink clouds, a sunset and a spray tan happening all at once.

I could see the shafts of rain and then the sunset illuminating the clouds behind the storm clouds.

This looked promising.

Keeping an eye on that suspicious cloud in the mirror.

Uh oh.  The rain was coming for me.

It got me.  But luckily my spray tan was safe inside my car.

After my 10 minutes storm chase, I headed by to my apartment as the rain let up a bit. I ran like a mad woman from my car to my apartment with an umbrella after weighing my options of either a) getting my spray tan wet and splotchy or b) getting struck by lightning because I was carrying a metal object.  I had decided option b was less likely to ruin my wedding look.

These shots were taken from the safety of my porch.  Although, Gus was very vocal in expressing his disapproval of my being out on the porch in such conditions.  I could hear his meow faintly through the glass door.

I survived, as did my spray tan.

Y’all be careful,

Sugarlump