Today’s task was to buy a new bathing suit. The last suit I bought was probably 5 years ago. Honest to god I think the last one I bought was this suit from Ross Dress for Less for 99₵. It’s Philip’s favorite. There’s nothing wrong with it other than it being a little snug, thus why it’s Philips favorite. Not a good one to wear to the beach as a particular body part falls out with the tiniest of waves. Then it’s the crowd favorite as well.
I decided to go through my bathing suit basket to see what I have before shopping, which brought up memories of my QV girls trip. I think that was in 2010 ish? Anyway, as a reminder I met 5 of my high school, really junior high school girlfriends in Florida for a reunion. Most of them I had not laid eyes on since high school graduation. A mere 34 years. What I was remembering today was Maddy, ever so Maddingly saying “when did you get tits? I don’t remember them from high school.” I know “tits” is a little harsh. But that’s what she said. It was hilarious. And she’s right. And a question I can’t answer and continues to perplex me.
In high school I was a nice little 34B, ya know? I remember in my 30’s moving up to about a 36C, thinking I was putting on weight. Well, I have put on weight consistently but WTF? My boobs are enormous. I had always thought I would get back to normal if I could just lose weight. However a couple of times when I have dropped weight they haven’t gotten any smaller. I think they’re here to stay.
Trying on bathing suits is always a reminder of this anomaly. Philip doesn’t complain however. One time I tried on this little shell top and it got stuck. I couldn’t get it off. He helped me. He said “aw honey, can we keep the boobs and just get a new shirt?” I tried on one of the bathing suit tops today and it also got stuck. He wasn’t here to help peel it over my head. I was mortified thinking I was going to have to get Zenah, or a pair of scissors. Believe me, scissors would have been my first option. After some twisting and turning I was able to get it off over my head. It’s going in the suitcase to my sisters.
I managed to find 3 suits that fit, wait make that 4 (I just remembered there’s a top in the laundry.) That’s pretty many. Even if they are all 5 years old. I put on the 99₵ one, boobs in tact, and floated in the pool instead of going shopping. It was my first pool float day of 2015. I read a book while floating, listened to music on our new Bluetooth speaker and promptly fell asleep; mouth open, drool trickling. A little slice of heaven today. A true Lyming day.
The kids pretty much stay hidden in their rooms. Both a blessing and a concern. But today, under beautiful blue skies I was thinking blessing.