As spring warms up to summer, my pulse quickens and my heart begins to race. Now, we're all, "aren't the flowers beautiful," and "better take a sweater for later." But it won't be long. Pretty soon our small talk will switch to, "great day for the pool," and "hope the beach towels are dry." And that my friends can only mean one thing. It's Swimsuit Weather.
Don't like it? Me either. Can't stand it. But this I know. Whatever happens with swimsuits this year? It won't be as bad as the YMCA Swimsuit Disaster of 2003. (Go ahead. You can laugh at me. I can take it.)
Aileen Mitchell Lawrimore is a mother x 3, wife x 28 (years not men), minister, speaker, writer, retreat leader, and lover of beagles and books. She has a lot to say.
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