It's warm weather finally; the sort of warm weather that puts winter coats in the back closet, and shorts on the dresser-edge waiting for wearing. My pasty white legs might see the light of day, and turn an even pastier shade of white. I don't tan, I never have, and never will. Well, I tanned once, but Vichy tanning cream doesn't count. It'll turn anything a tan colour, including places on your body that look stupid if you miss main spots... like between your fingers when you're not trying to tan your hands. Oh well, at least it smelled nice.