So, in a moment of insanity I decided to take the kids to the pool today. We diligently applied sunscreen and wriggled into our swim attire. That is, the kids wriggled. I on the other hand wrestled. I hadn't worn my suit in 2 years and the last time I handled it I sent it through the washing machine. And even though I followed the manufacturers directions explicitly (I think) the darn thing shrunk. It must have. There couldn't be an other reason (stop snickering!). Of course we got ready just to find out the pool wouldn't open for another hour. I decided I needed a lengthy visit to the bathroom. After all, bloating was most likely the reason I looked and felt like a overstuffed pork sausage in its casing. After my visit to the porcelain temple I felt I could actually breathe a little (stop laughing. OK, really.... stop laughing!!!!). Thankfully we are not going to a club pool but a little, dinky community pool. I am sure I'll look just fine.
See? I told you it would work out....
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| Oh, well, fine.... this isn't really me. It's close though. Really close. Honestly. We could be twins. A woman can dream right, even if she is a mother... |
2 comments:
Can I borrow this for my new FB portrait photo???
Dang spandex anyway!
Hi, Marlis, you could have asked before using my swim suite photo! Really, no problem ;-)
Paula
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