For the briefest of moments this morning I considered acting like a normal mom and going to the grocery store to stock up on bread and milk. Then I remembered I’m not normal and bought a swimsuit instead. This beautiful Zimmerman suit to be exact. I subscribe to the mode of thought that when Life serves you lemons, make lemonade. Except for future reference, Life, I’d prefer you serve me lemons rather than 24″ of snow. Thanks.
Other pretty and forward-looking-suits I considered:
I chose mostly one piece swimsuits because perhaps subconsciously I’m afraid of being cold; but I understand that this reasoning is akin to my mom wanting to be buried in a mausoleum because she’s afraid she won’t be able to breathe underground.