Tonight I was changing clothes to get in the hot tub. Omfg. Really? Now I must adon special attire to enjoy warm water properly?
Last night, I slept in my standard mom-army issue pajamas - boxers and a hopefully-not-too-stained tee. This morning, I changed into something more appropriate to take my kids to the bus stop before school - yoga pants and a t-shirt with fewer stains. You have to look nice at the bus stop, see? Then I showered and broke out the big guns. I had to look professional for work so it was pants, blazer, heels (I almost wrote "hells" instead of "heels" there. Paging Dr. Freud!), the works. It was HOT today in Florida, and humid like a mutha, so as soon as I got home, hello sundress and flip flops! And now we're caught up to present, so yes, I'm writing a blog in a swimsuit. Going into the hot tub soon. Why? I mean why the swimsuit, not why the hot tub. Hot tubs are nice on sore muscles after long days. What did a swimsuit ever do for anyone? The moral of the story, my friends, is that nudists seem to have stumbled onto some wisdom.
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