Floating Skirts
So I go back in the dressing room with six different suit/skirt/top combinations, determined that I am going to be modest and stylish at this party.
The first skirt worked well.
Then came the top.
Did I mention these halter top things are not meant for boob storage? I put it on and just started laughing my ass off. I suppose Mike could have worn it, but there was not even an indent for a boob like appendage. Not going to work.
Eventually I found a skirt/tankini combo with a built in bra band that could contain the girls. Not exactly my colors or style (brown with orange flowers), but anything was better than walking around the party with my fat thighs showing.
We got to the party and I was the only woman in a swim suit. I had a shirt on over the top, but was just wearing the bottoms as my bottoms. All the other ladies had on cute capris. They all giggled and said it was their husband’s job to get in the pool with the kids.
Mike did a bit of pool duty, but he hates swimming and I love it so I ended up in the pool with Erik.
Guess what?
There’s a reason no real swimmer would ever wear the get-up I was in. The skirt floated up to the top of the pool and the top? Well. Let’s just say it was a good thing there was a bra band or I would have been topless. It was practically floating above my head!
I was very glad it was a slightly cool day and the only other people in the pool were three and/or my good friend’s husband. He was oblivious to my dilemma.
Now that I’ve shared my bathing suit horror story of the summer, how about some pics of Erik from his first sleep over? I am still very sad that my new camera is so blurry. I tried to find a way to make it less blurry but I obviously don’t have a clue what I’m doing. I think I may just gnash my teeth and go back to old fashioned Polaroids. Or not. But a girl can get angry and say things she doesn’t mean, right?
Watching Wubbzy before bed.
He was extremely excited to sleep in Irish Lad’s bed.
In the garden before breakfast. Dr. Saturn baked some delicious currant scones. I didn’t think I liked scones, but hot out of the oven with lots of butter and whipped cream? Delicious.
Building rockets with canned goods.