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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
As I mentioned in the "bikini" post, my family spent more than a week with my sister's in Florida.
Yasmine mentioned that her dog Rudy managed to capture an armadillo recently- they found part of its bloody remains poolside. She told me there are lots of armadillos around.
Me: I've never seen one. I'd really like to see one.
Yasmine: Oh! You can see lots of armadillos in the morning. I see them all the time on the way to teach aerobics at 5:15 am.
By the way, in order to get to a 5:15 am aerobics class, you have to wake up at 4:40 a.m. Yasmine wanted me to attend her aerobics class. I begged her not to make me. For one thing, I hate group exercise. For another - this is supposed to be my vacation. Lastly... HELLO! It's 4:40 a.m.
I figured, at least I'll get to see my armadillo.
So, we are driving along the dark road towards God knows which fitness center that apparently is open at 4 in the morning and...
Me: Where are all the armadillos?
Yasmine: I don't know. I guess none of them got hit by cars... cuz I see them all the time smashed on the road.
Me: You mean I am up at this God forsaken hour to see DEAD armadillos?
Yasmine: Wellllll... yeah.
Yasmine: Oh you thought I meant LIVE armadillos? Ohhhh! noooo. Only dead ones. I've never seen a live one.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
It's not that I am shy or modest... the opportunity has just never presented itself. Until now.
My sister loaned me one of hers to wear this last week. My family spent the week with her's at her home in Florida. Her home is beautiful! I felt like I was at a spa -- and I felt very comfortable wearing this cute little bikini in her private backyard pool. SO comfortable, that when all the kids were playing inside, I decided it would be fun to find out what it felt like to swim like boys do -- without a top.
You couldn't see anything. I had a Spider Man floaty-thing pressed firmly against my chest as I kicked around the pool. Very sexy -- as you can imagine.
But then I looked up at the big picture window into the kitchen... and there he was. My 14-year-old, with his mouth hanging open... looking at me in sheer horror. I waved. He slapped his hand against his eyes and shook his head. He ran out of sight.
A moment later, my sister came out.
Yasmine: Zach is mortified. He thinks it's gross that you don't have your top on.
Yasmine: I know! I told him, "Whatever! She has nice boobs!"
Me: Huh. Thank you Yaso.
Yasmine: No problem.
Me: So, what did he say to that?
Yasmine: Well, he said, "Imagine YOU are a 14-year-old boy and your mother is swimming around a pool without her top on. How would you feel about it?"
Me: What did you say?
Yasmine: Weeellllll... I told him there were too many variables in his question for me to answer that with any accuracy.
Me: That would be kinda gross.
Yasmine: Yeah. That would be kinda gross.
I put my top back on.