Just call me Lindsay
You know, next time anyone in my family or at work does the "you're too white" spiel, I'm going off, because white is white. I am what I am. My legs glow.
And you know, dying my hair red SHOULD take care of this.
But it doesn't, so I caved for a wedding (since hose are just...ugh) and did the fake tan on the legs. Let it be known - my legs are now bright white with a vague orange glow. Yay! Just what I wanted! To be ORANGE.
Why no one will accept that self tanner and white skin = orange is beyond me.
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NASCAR
Am taping the SPEED Pool Party, as the potential for some driver to be shirtless is great. Well, it's a foot deep pool, but still. If one of them goes shirtless, I don't care WHO it is (aside from Kenseth, but he hasn't RSVP'd), there's potential for mockage or drooling.
Also, McMurray's dog looks like him. Jeez! (And acts like him. Hi spastic puppy!)
And more, Sadler has GOT to grow the back of his hair out some. They keep trying to style it for Trackside, and while I've come to terms with the weird anchor hair they get going on top, the back is now too short for them to effectively style, so it just looks weird.
Tony, it would be funnier if you were telling the reporters to go away so you could talk to Greg. Just sayin.
Kyle Petty running over Jimmie Johnson was funny. As was the crew member pushing the car and laughing.
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Had pizza for breakfast, am drinking water now, have a Coke and an Almond Snickers for later...and dang it, too many postcards to label and get done by the end of the day so that I can go to a wedding 2 hours away.