Sunday, February 15, 2009
The hubby and I are going to Florida for Spring Break with another couple, two good friends of ours. I'm slightly miffed, though, for two reasons:
1) I don't do sunlight. Pale skin + self-consciousness about moles = acting like a vampire.
2) I don't do swimsuits. Mainly because it involves showing skin.
Despite knowing this, the other three kept saying, "Beach house! Beach house! Beach house!" Since I can't afford to go anywhere on my own (hubby's footing the bill for both of us), it was either go along or sit at home by myself for a week. So, I'm off to Florida in 27 days.
I bought myself some cover-up swim wear from Land's End that looked pretty cute. It should arrive in a few days--here's hoping it fits well, yet won't make me look like a beached whale. Next to the other girl I'm going with, I already fear the Shamu comparison.
Must. Snap. Out. Of. This. Attitude.