- Posted on:August 17th, 2008
- Comments:1 Comment
- Category:My Every Day
This week’s Signs Of The Apocalypse: I wore a bathing suit in public on three separate occasions IN ONE WEEK. As far as I know, no one was struck down and blinded by the sight. Yes, even I am putting on ill-fitting swimwear and scampering about in broad daylight, trying to enjoy every last drop of warmth and sunlight while it lasts. A true testament to how bad our winters are is the fact that I’m even willing to don anything less than a full-body wetsuit.
The other sign? Abby, my youngest Bichon Frisé puppy, walked into the water near shore today, wading out up to her chest ON HER OWN. And she didn’t melt, which is what I think Newman, the elder puppy, thinks will happen if he so much as gets sprayed with the tiniest bit of water.
We had the chance to spend three days out at our friend’s waterfront home, enjoying the warm weather, cool water, and food, not to mention the beer. This will not be a post where I pat myself on the back for sticking to my Un-Diet all weekend, though I was pretty good during the other days of the week.
One of these days, I hope to be a freaking awesome skier like Liz. Until then, I will take photos from the boat while trying not to be propelled into the water upon sudden stops. Have you ever tried to take photos in a boat going 25mph over choppy waves? We then took a long ride out to Dreamland; what was supposed to be a 40 minute ride lasted two hours, the waves were so big in the canal. By the end of the ride, I was picking my boobs up off the floor of the boat. Okay, maybe not, but bra support in current swimsuit = FAIL.
The rest of the pictures are here.
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The last time I water skied, I fell so bad that first the ski flew up my zjuzgee then three gallons of water. I accepted right then and there that I was not cut out for such an activity. I am, however, very strong at lounging on a fast riding boat.