In my head I am
in my twenties and strutting my stuff. Is there an unspoken rule that one must
stop wearing bikinis after the age of, let’s say, late thirties?
When the mister said something about wearing matching UT swim suites for
spring break I started to seriously consider the thought of acting like a
college girl (again) and wear a white and burnt orange ruffled bikini to chase
da boyz around. Come to think of it, things
haven’t changed all that much expect that da boyz are an eight and a six year
old.
It was fun
remembering how to explain to my parents as to why I was wondering around the
market in Mexico, without any shoes on and wearing just my bathing suite; only
to blame my hangover on the ice from the margaritas.
These days I am much
smarter about sitting on the beach. I can never get my youthful un-freckled skin
back. One thing is for certain: drinking
piña colas from a coconut is a blast, no matter your age.
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