I screamed in terror as I snatched a one-piece "Mom" suit off the rack at Target. Luckily it fit. The end.
Good luck with all of that! And tell me what we decided with that apostrophe, please.
I'm not in love with you or anything, and I'm sorry if this comes across as being really creepy, but you have the most gorgeous face!The end.
Oh. I just used The end as a sentence. But then I realised that Bikini did too.That makes me a creepy copier who is not in love with Melinda.The end end. :)
The terror of bathing suit shopping.The sheer gut wrenching terror!
Oh Aunty! Aren't you sweet! Of course I only see the flaws in that face.
Waiting to hear about the results!Stompy: Mother's, it's specified in the proclamation.
I hope a ray of sunshine highlights the perfect swim suit for you while a choir of angels sings a single note. That is what it would feel like to find just the right swim suit...
I'll be glad to pick you out a swimsuit.
Can you come and do mine when you are finished?
Listen to M. She knows about apostrophe stuff.Oh the horror, the horror of swimsuit shopping.
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