"I love your wobbly bits"

We have our windows open and it is just delicious. Almost like being at the beach... without the ocean, sand, etc. So basically not at all like the beach. Except for the wind. That's it.

Speaking of oceans, I bought a swimsuit last night. I purchased the top at a different store than the bottoms... because the place where I got the top only seemed to carry teeny bopper bottoms. Not happening this year. Too much cheese. (Where did it all come from anyways?) So I got home and tried them on together.. Nuh uh. I looked like a granny. Why did I look like a granny? Because I somehow thought it would be a good idea to buy bottoms that have a little skirt attached. It was a good idea, at the time. "I will be so comfortable and won't have anything oozing out of my swimsuit (not that anyone could see at least)." Those were my thoughts.

Until I got home and realized that I am 22, almost 23, and not 65. Granted, a 65 year-old would not wear a bikini top. She would, however, wear a skirted swimsuit.

This morning I woke up with a new revelation. I AM 22 YEARS OLD. I might as well take advantage of my semi-firm underbutt while I can. Right? Right. Bring on the thongs.


That might be a bit of a stretch... I think I'll just go back and get the regular bikini bottoms that match the wonderful top. And I will love that little fold under my plump booty, because someday I will not have a choice about whether or not to get the skirted bottom.


Excuse me, I must go do some lunges now. :)