This weekend I am facing one of my greatest fears and least-favorite shopping excursions...that's right ladies, it's even worse than bra-shopping and more embarrassing than checking out at Target, buying boxes of super plus tampons when there is a young, super-cute cashier boy on the line...
What is this horrible activity?
Bathing. Suit. Shopping.
ACK
I am rewarding myself with a pedicure when I finish, otherwise I'll never go and it'll be like last summer when I had to get a new suit and put it off til June and found NOTHING except hysterical laughter while Ruthie and pawed through 4-6 stores looking for suits. Don't get me wrong, the hysterical laughter was enjoyable, but the lack of bathing suit choices royally sucked.
Sigh.
Here we go again...
What is this horrible activity?
Bathing. Suit. Shopping.
ACK
I am rewarding myself with a pedicure when I finish, otherwise I'll never go and it'll be like last summer when I had to get a new suit and put it off til June and found NOTHING except hysterical laughter while Ruthie and pawed through 4-6 stores looking for suits. Don't get me wrong, the hysterical laughter was enjoyable, but the lack of bathing suit choices royally sucked.
Sigh.
Here we go again...
Hoping I look less like this: 
And more like this:
But in reality, I will most likely leave the store(s) looking something akin to this:
Wish me luck!
