We took our girls shopping yesterday. They both needed a new swimsuit for our upcoming trip, and a few other things.
After striking out at several stores, we ended up at a swim and run shop, which specializes in swimming suits. While the girls were trying stuff on and deciding what they wanted, I decided to do the same.
My old suit is falling apart, time for a new one.
As all women and some men know, this is a traumatic experience.
First I have some criteria… I like the ones that say they will take inches off your tummy (a big bonus) and it has to have under wire… I’m big busted OK, and the ones with no bra or a lining just don’t cut it. I need structural support damnit! (Think Golden Gate Bridge of Bras)
After trying several on, and working very hard not to be sick by what I saw in the mirror… I finally found a nice royal blue swimdress. It looked fairly decent, which was better than the others.
There is cleavage, but that’s just the way I’m built. The other ladies liked it, and even my girls said it looked good (I was shocked!).
From his chair outside the fitting rooms I saw hubby, and he made a face at me that said, he in fact did not like it at all.
I walked over to him and asked, "What, you don’t like it?" He says, "No, you look slutty."
My first impression was to kick him in the balls, instead I said, "Thank YOU!" Which didn’t go over very well… LOL
Men, can’t live with em, can’t dismember them and bury the parts in the backyard. LOL BIG HUGS, Steph