So I haven’t been posting faithfully. Summer is here and we have been trying to take full advantage of the warm weather. We have been filling our days with walks, swimming pools, parks, farmers markets, berry picking, summer movies, barbecues and sun tanning. Well, tanning for me, not my kidlit. I love the sun. My husband and I have polar opposite relationships with the sun. I love the sun, Dan curses the sun. I love the heat of the sun on my skin, Dan avoids it as much as possible. It warms, relaxes and revives me. Dan gets a sun burn walking to the mail box and back. I love it when my spanish pigment gets darker into an earthy dirt color. My husband loves that. Every summer I lay out in hope of turning my year around olive skin into a color that is more like a coal miner black. Getting black from the sun is good. Anywho, this reminds me of a Dan Browning joke.
I ask you, “Are tan from the sun?”
You reply, “Yes, I am.”
Then I say, “Oh, well I’m Browning from the Earth.”
This has been a joke with Dan, where no joke is too corny and no groan too loud in response.

