I’m deep in the throws of bathing suit shopping. I’m not really a fan of any type of shopping, but like… really not bathing suits. Women are expected to prance around the beach in little more than their underwear, and sometimes tremendously less. And if you’re not 100% comfortable in that, it’s mom bathing suits for you.
And if you want to actually swim in this suit rather than laying out on the beach (which is basically the least fun activity ever invented), good luck with that. The moment you jump into the water, things will be falling off, and you’d better hope the water isn’t too clear.
But to top it off, I like to go swimming in the Chesapeake Bay, which is walking distance from my in-law’s house. Which means I usually walk it. In my bathing suit. Along busy streets and past a dairy queen and burger queen. Obviously anyone would want to walk that path in a skimpy bikini.
Hey, Jenny, why don’t you just wear a cover-up of some sort? That’s a nice idea. Oh wait, when we get to the beach, it’s a public beach that allows dogs, and I’m supposed to leave the cover-up on the beach while I swim (because I do that) where it can get trampled by a dog, blown away by the end, etc.
And to top it off, they cost an absolute insane amount. Any woman who likes shopping for bathing suits is dead to me.
So let’s get into the exciting stuff:
10 Mother’s Day Cards You Would Actually Want to Send to Mom. Seriously. It’s just too real.
Tracy Shutterbean’s Peanut Butter Oatmeal Balls look like something I need for breakfast/snack this week.
If breakfast isn’t your favorite meal of the day, we can’t be friends. And if you’re gluten free, your options just got better.
Let’s pursue simplicity. Or let’s just never do anything we don’t want to do unless it directly allows us to do things we want to do (i.e., things that pay you money). But seriously, I kind of live by that.
Cornmeal crepes filled with taco stuffin’s? Yes, please. As always, we need to thank Nicole Hunn. She’s basically my hero.
You had me at ranch. Seriously, you did.
Let’s do life. With or without skimpy bathing suits.