Accomplished
Yup, that's right. I'm the proud owner of a new swimsuit. A fashionably modest creation. One piece. Black on the bottom (is there anything better for a hippy girl?) with a stylish tropical print tank top. No underwire necessary, so it is as comfortable as it is attractive. Bottom line -- I don't want to puke when I look at myself in it. Mission accomplished.
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Where's the photo then?
Damn, girl! You're ahead of me. I chucked my old suit when I moved to NY. While talking with my sister the other night and planning my trip to California next week, it suddenly struck me I didn't have a suit! Yikes! Then, I hear from my girlfriend - whom I'll be seeing this weekend - she sez "Bring you're suit and we'll hang out at the lake." Well, shoot! Better get a suit fast!
And, yes, I'm with Liz - where's the photo???
Liz and Mary -- you've got to be kidding about the photo. The suit doesn't make me sick, but it doesn't make me crazy either!
Mary -- you'll need a suit to hang out at our pool, too! (Then maybe we'll post a photo of us both!)
Oooooooh, nooooooooooooo!
OK. It's settled then. When Mary comes for a visit, we'll see a pic of both of you in your new suits.
Meantime, a single modeling by Elsie will keep us breathless olde pharts occupied.
Winston, you show us yours and then maybe, just maybe, we'll show you ours.
Dang! You drive a hard bargain...
Aha. So we're resorting to behind-the-bushes conversation here! "You show me yours and I'll so you mine."
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