Spring break

On a whim, I ordered this little bittie of a bathing suit from Vickies. What was I thinking? I never used my exercise ball; well, if you count sitting on it and wiggle back and forth for few seconds.

I don’t do exercise.

My vacation to Cabo San Lucas is now 30 days a way. So operation diva up has now commenced. I will need to take that damn exercise ball out of the dog’s mouth before it gets popped, I need to read the directions on how to use the damn ball, watch the damn DVD of course and get my skinny ass, fat Buda belly of the couch and get down and dirty with the damn ball.

So there, that was easy to write but so much harder to actually do it. “JUST DO IT”-as Michael Jordon once said.

My husband is pouting; He is not allowed to go with me since it’s a girl only sashay. In attendance are: Two of my sisters, my aunt and 3 other women that I have never met, but what I do know is they all have extremely rich husbands. So of course I’m assuming these hottie housewives of Lake Washington will all have the latest in high “beach” fashions and accessories.

My fashion is only cabinware, no sundresses, no wraps, no shorts, no thongs—flipflops as I have been corrected by the youngster generation—Apparently, I’m the only one who still calls them thongs. My age is showing **sigh** I need to get with the show here people.

Just googled Beach fashion: here are the must have items to take:

Canvas bag, straw hat, bathing suit (of course) unless there is a nude beach in Cabo, cover up, sandels, sunglasses, lip balm, sunscreen, cotton sheet, and leave in hair conditioner.

Oh, and I will also add to this list:

A bucket of iced Coronas and a beach boy to cater to my every whim.

Just saying.