Oooooh - my belly, my poor poor belly...

Spent most of the weekend lying in or around Rich's Dad's pool. It was great on Saturday because I was feeling a little foggy after Friday night at Derek and Sara's place (very nice place - great kitchen, lovely new table, terrific chairs, awesome tv stand, rad light fixture, etc...), and there's nothing better than jumping into a pool when you're feeling a little heavy headed.

Good thing I brought some sunscreen with me this time. Last weekend Rich and I were extremely stupid and didn't put anything on - even though we were in the pool from 12:15 until around 6 or 7 that night. So this weekend, we were much smarter and put sunscreen on all of our previously burnt bits.

For some reason my stomach has a tendency not to burn. Not sure why, but it's the part of me that tans the best (good, because the darker it is, the smaller it looks...I think). So I decided that it was in my best interest not to put any sunscreen on it at all on Saturday and all day Sunday.

Needless to say, today my belly is a little pink (read: purplish browny red) and a tad sore (read: woke me up throughout the night because I rolled onto it).

I leave for L.A. in a week, so I'm hoping that the burn will turn into a sweet tan and that the pain (and subsequent constant clenching of the stomach muscles) will cause me to miraculously lose 12-15lbs so that I look half decent in my bridesmaid dress.