Pinch me, I must be dreaming

Tonight at the mall, I let the girls pick out a bathing suit for me. I tried it on and bought it. Just like that.

Do you KNOW how remarkable that is?!? ONE bathing suit! And it was on the clearance rack too! There was no stack of discarded bathing suits taunting me from the fitting room floor, no tears were shed, and I didn’t even need to drown my “I’m WAY too fat for a bathing suit” sorrow in a cinnamon bun dripping with icing in the food court.

Perhaps I need to take my daughters shopping with me more often. It won’t be the most beautiful bathing suit on the beach, but my daughters like it and it’s got support for my ample… um…, well, you know. What more can a girl ask for?

In other news entirely, I took a page from the amazing-spy-lady-Vicki’s book and snapped the following picture, which answers the question you’ve always wondered about – “where do the cops hang out when they’re not at the donut shop? The lemonade stand!”

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