It warms the cockles of my heart (I said cockles, people. LLLLSSSS. Relax.) that Kim saw the news of yesterday's local fire/explosion/toxic smoke/evacuation and thought to check on me. How can my family consider these people who live on the Internet to be my IMAGINARY friends?! Of course, if she were really REALLY worried, she would have called. But still.
Alas, it being a largish city, we were not affected by the fire/evacuation, although we do know someone who knows someone. Oddly enough, even though the fire was a mere ten blocks to the north and five blocks to the east, I couldn't even see the "ominous cloud of smoke" that the radio alluded to all day long.
I went bathing suit shopping last night. Swim season is upon us, and my last bathing suit was purchased in 2000. I loved that bathing suit, but last summer's trip to the water park revealed that continuing to wear it might get me arrested. In short, it was wearing out.
The shopping was not as fraught with anxiety as I expected, but it did give me a glimpse into my inner insecurities. I'm a tiny girl, with no butt and very little in the way of padding on the front of my torso, if you know what I mean. I'm not afraid to wear a two-piece, although I insist on boy-leg bottoms. But as I tried on bathing suits, the top was giving me issues.
See, I've had three kids. And if you've had three kids and managed to avoid stretch marks, well, good for you. I didn't. And my stretch marks tended to be in the torso area. Follow? So I was concerned that the bikini tops weren't leaving as much to the imagination as I would have liked.
I ultimately made a decision, but I may end up wearing a t-shirt over my bathing suit all summer. We'll see. And hey, it cost me less than $20.
All is well. Sorry about the rain - we had a baseball game scheduled this afternoon, ergo, it must rain. What a perfect excuse to get some work done on my novel.