This morning, I went on a dreaded mission: To find a new swimsuit.
I was only partially successful.
See, my old swimsuits are getting kinda, well, old. My favorite one is 3 years old now and the bottoms are kinda stretched out and saggy. No girl likes a saggy bottom. So, I figured I'd go in search of a new suit since we plan on going to the beach next weekend to celebrate both mine and Jerry's b-days. I tried on about 20 suits and they all sucked -- I blame the suits, not my body. In the end, I decided to just buy a new pair of black bottoms (I have a black bikini top that I like but the bottoms that came with those are also saggy in the deire); thus, I got half a new suit.
It's okay. Nothing to write home about.
Anyhoo...that's about the extent my Saturday so far.
I did get to sleep in this morning, which was glorious, and now I'm going to iron some clothes for myself and Jerry because we're headed to my co-worker's memorial service this afternoon. Afterwards, some of the faculty in my department are meeting up at a downtown bar for a few memorial drinks to cry in our beer over the loss of our friend.
And, then tonight, I think we're going bowling, but I just learned of this. Funny how husbands can sometimes forget about social engagements that they've committed us to. Good thing I read about bowling on Ryan's blog, and then asked Jerry: "Hey, who's b-day is today that everyone else is going bowling for?" "Oh," Jerry said, "That's right. I forgot."