See now, I did manage to hit a sale for a new bikini top. JD swears that one day he will buy me a matching bathing suit. I question why bathing suit tops and bottoms must match. And now, to contemplate the horror of back chub and weirdly shaped bottoms. Guess it’s time to bust out the Pilates/Yoga DVDs.
Am I ashamed to show my face? No. Did my head get cut off by my drowsy husband when I woke him up to take these pictures. Yes. Also, I don’t currently own a bikini. Perhaps I should hit an Old Navy sale?