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I might be the worst

Well there is no doubt it is wedding season.  It's of course typical for weddings to take place in the Spring and Summer, and when you're between 25 and 35, it's even more typical.  I actually had the weddings-every-month-streak in my early 20's (if I were one of those people that "hashtag" I might include a little #ChristianPeopleProblems).

This Spring has a different focus for me these days. I seemed to have skipped some steps somewhere and here I am in....PROM season.

I've referenced my love for prom dress shopping before, so in no way am I looking for sympathy.  However, don't underestimate how terrible it is to think about your kid going to a Post-Prom party. But hey ya gotta let 'em live...and trust that they won't drink any Zima or Mike's Hard Lemonade.

What is actually the most terrible thing about Prom season....this:



Teen’s Tan For $10 



Yep.  If you're under 17, we'd like to get you HOOKED on tanning!  We'll even give you a pack of Virginia Slims on the way out just to make sure you're really on the right track!

So...here's my big, terrible, bloggy confession: Last year I let Kid #1 get a spray tan for Prom.  That's right, SPRAY tan, no cancer-causing UV's like we all did in High School, just good 'ol orange dye. Kid #2 also suffers with the repercussions of "track tan" so how could a Mommo say no? I figure spending $35 on such a luxury would be a crime....So I'm gonna go ahead and humor this inappropriate deal (and "Naked" tanning salon) and pay a mere $10 instead.  Of course I'll slip Kid #2 the cash to hand over, since she'll be the one whose ID says 1996 under birth year. 

I may or may not have printed this online deal out (at work) and stuck it in my purse to ensure this deal goes through. God forbid more than just ten of my hard earned dollars support such a thing.  

I might be the worst.

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