Beachwear

The family went to the lake today to test out Mitch's secret boat and what I expect is also a secret motor too, but I don't know, and in the interest of a smooth and carefree marriage, I'm not asking.  It was a gorgeous day.  HOT.  I went swimming for the first time this year.

When I put on my swimsuit I was in kind of a rush and wasn't really paying attention and only noticed that it's quite loose.  I silently congratulated myself for having such an awesome body while eating enough for a family of four and not exercising at all, and then went on my way.  When I got to the beach I realized that over the past year my cheap, emergency, K-mart, mom-suit had lost all structural integrity and it was a lot like wearing tissue paper.  I'm pretty sure it was see through as well because of all the stunned body looks I got and also because Kira yelled, "I can see right through your suit!" 

Mitch was much more fashionable in his new shirt/towel.  His mom invented shirt/towels in the seventies.  She takes beach towel and cuts a hole in the middle (for the head) and then crochets around the neckhole and crochets the sides shut.  The first time I ever saw a shirt towel was at Johnson's cabin when Mitch and I were first dating.  His mom got him a towel that had a picture of a humpback whale on it and it said, "Humpback Whale."   Imagine my surprise when my new boyfriend came down to the dock wearing a crocheted together towel that said "Hump" on the front.  Apparently the word "whale" was sacrificed for the neck hole. 

His new shirt/towel (it's a shirt, it's a towel, it's a shirt, no! it's a towel!) is much more fashionable and I took a picture of it but when he saw me writing on my computer he said, "Just so you know, my new shirt/towel and I are private," so sorry, no pictures.