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!
4 comments:
The worst day of the year.
I'm in no shape to go shopping for swim suits! I hear those spray on tans work well. I can't imagine. Good luck finding one!
Happy Friday!
Love,
Angie
p.s. Peanut butter ice cream sounds good! Yum..
you would look very funny orange. you can get a suit and then wear a shirt and shorts over it like nelson did on senior retreat. which pretty much defeats the purpose of a swimsuit but whatever.
you are not fat, by the way.
That ranks right up there with the ob/gyn physical--top ten yucky things to do annually. Right with you, and hating the whole thought of it myself. I try to make last year's work, but now that's pushing it five years later. I'm liking the cookies and ice cream idea better. Love, Annette
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