When Hell freezes over you will find me in this amazing Missoni bikini. I will be a bit cold, but look darling. Until that time, I will re-live (in my mind) the days I pranced around, without a care, in bathing suits that were held together by sheer will. The kind of suits I tell my daughters are too skimpy. The kind that leave nothing to the imagination. The kind I wore when I met my husband.
On our way home. Goodbye beach. I will miss you. Goodbye Ed at the bar. Goodbye shells. Goodbye eight dollar cokes and million dollar shacks. I will wear this to the Teeter and think of you fondly...