I’ll admit it. I like to live on the edge. Sprinkling blue cheese crumbles on my salad. Spiking my eggnog with a tad ‘o rum. Taking a chance on a fart (darn it, another shart).
That’s why I voluntarily risked a bathing suit. It’s this thing called a grab bag - HERE.
You pay way less than the retail price ($13.99 for this mystery suit) and accept your fate.
Some might call this foolish and risky. After all, you could end up with something like this:
But to me, playing it safe is over rated.
Here’s my promise to you. No matter what hideous thing comes my way, I will wear it and wear it proud. I get a suit in the pattern of the U.S. flag? I’m all over it in all it’s patriotic beauty. Bugs bunny and road runner running up and down my ass? I’m there.
The pussy posse won’t know what hit ‘em.
I’ll let you know when it gets here.
Ever done the grab bag thing? How’d it work out?
Okay, I’m off to yoga. Here’s hoping Pigeon Pose doesn’t kill my hip.
Hoping for the best or at least a good photo op,