You're..er.. I'm so vain..

The other day, a student was asked who his teacher was (he is new to our school, someone was wondering where he belonged..) and he said, "Uh, the white lady with bright yellow hair." Um, wait. White? Yes. Bright yellow hair? No. Does that mean I let Rose lighten me too much? Now I'm all worried about having bright yellow hair!

And now, for the real reason I should question my vanity. The tanner. Go ahead, judge away. I know it's bad for you, causes skin cancer, blah, blah, blah. But this chick is heading to Florida at the end of March and having fair skin means lots of sunburns when on vacation. In order to curb that, I tan a bit before I go so I don't have to reapply the sunblock every five minutes two hours. I've always had this irrational fear of someone walking in on me in the dressing room or the tanner. We're talking, double and triple check to see if the door is locked. Today? I heard a door open and someone shout, "Sorry!" while I was tanning. Talking myself out of near hysteria, I proudly told myself it wasn't me. Just someone who bumped into someone else in the hallway. I was totally fine. Crisis averted.

Until I was leaving. The helpful lady at the counter quietly says, "Ma'am, make sure you lock your door when you are tanning. Someone walked in the wrong room today. It was a mistake." Walked in the wrong room? Walked in the wrong room? As in my room? Crap. She saw me naked. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to tan in peace again... or at least without having a panic attack.