Today is the day of the dreaded swimsuit search. I have to find one. Preferably one that fits and hides a few things. And makes me look younger and thinner and and and... Well, you know what I mean. Unless you are a boy, then you don't know and therefore don't count. No offense.
I detest swimsuit shopping. It's right up there with bra shopping and death. And dishes. And pinkeye. Shudder. All bad stuff.
Why do I hate it so? Because I am not a super model. Heck, I'm not even a model citizen. But I am a mom, and as such I have fluff. Yes, fluff. And fluff, not to be confused with blubber because that just sounds so wrong, doesn't look all that good in a swimsuit. But snorkeling in Levis is hard so I need to find the suit. See?
And yes, I will be snorkeling soon. Say it with me, "Hawaii!"
So, I will brave the stores and the changing rooms and even the *gasp* mirrors. I may be scarred for life, but I will be clad in a new suit by the end of the day. Wish me luck.
And just to tie this in with writing, consider this a writing prompt. SWIMSUIT SHOPPING. Get to it, and post your finished swimsuit exercise in the comments. I'd love to read what you all do with this topic.