Me: “What color am I?”
She: “Wuh?”
Me: “Am I turning orange?”
She: “No, I’d say you were a nutty, summer brown.”
Me: “Really? Are you sure I’m not turning orange? Look at it in better light.”
She: “Maybe just a tinge. Why? Are you using self-tanner?”
Me: “Yeah. I’m afraid I’m sliding towards oompah-lumpah.”
She: “Maybe you should lay off or go to a salon.”
Me: “A salon, hrmmm. It’s an idea…better than staying white or orange the rest of the summer.”
She: “Awww, you’ll come down with the chicken pox and then you won’t have to worry about it.”
Me: “You’re a ray of sunshine.”
