As I sit here and eat my bowl of peanut butter ice cream, I have been informed that apparently I am going swim suit shopping this evening. Oh joy. (notice there is no exclamation mark after that statement. Why do you think that is?) I can think of nothing I would like better than to try and squeeze my fluffy self into some spandex device that is meant to torture me and send everyone else into hysterical fits of the giggles.
Not to mention that I am as white as milk. (Of course, milk and cookies go well together. Maybe I'll go find some cookies.) Do they make spandex torture devices in some color that compliments milk? Preferably knee length. with long sleeves. and a high neck. oh, and with some kind of special body armor that keeps sagging parts from...sagging.
Hmmm...maybe we can stop and pick up some Outback cheese fries on the way home. After all, I'm fairly certain I will need some comfort food to help me deal with the trauma. If so, maybe it won't be such a bad trip after all!