Love the Orange!

So it seems that most white folks have this problem of looking blindingly pasty white when their skin has zero contact with the sun. Jenna's blogged about it, and I've seen the ensuing comments from my Caucasian friends, commiserating with her.

Allan, of course, is no exception. His family and I have been taking great glee in poking fun at his farmer's tan. I shield my eyes and don sunglasses everytime he gets ready for a shower.

So a couple weekends ago he found a tank top that he could wear while walking the mile to school everyday, get some sun onto his shoulders and arms, at least. Problem was-- the only tank top in his size was a nice bright orange color.

Yes, he looks like a traffic cone.

Yesterday while walking to school, a young college girl drove past him, slowed down, poked her head out the window, and yelled "Love the orange!" before rolling the window back up and driving off.

You can just imagine how hard Helly was laughing upon hearing this little anecdote. And yes, I'm being my usual predictable self and sharing this story for all the world to see and join me in having a good laugh at Allan's expense :-D