I don't approve of bikinis for preteens and young teenagers; heck, I really don't approve of them at all, and refuse to buy one.
Silly me. Aren't I old fashioned? Call me a prude, I don't care. Plunging neckline? Fine. Bare midriff and butt cheeks hanging out? No.
I remember having this argument with my oldest (who, at 19, has purchased her own.) In a home with only a few dressing rules, I will not budge.
This is the view from my bedroom window; I'm sick with a 101° fever and I think it's my ears once again.
Today was a planned rest day after my 8.2 mile hike up Granite, despite my snarky comments this morning.
I wasn't sore except for my triceps, due to the new trekking poles I borrowed from Dotty yesterday.
I should have noted the chill I had all day was a sign of oncoming sickness, but I didn't. We did find a nice suit for Parry, but I didn't have a lot of hope to find one for myself when I saw my reflection in the mirrors. My capri's sagged in the butt (I'm inbetween sizes) and find something that fit was impossible. Ah well, looks like with this fever I won't be going tomorrow to the water park any wise.
So I'm sick with something suspiciously like last week. Guess I wasn't over it...hopefully this time it's not an issue, either. I've got a fitness quest to complete-see? No down time for me.
Next week is yoga-looking forward to it!
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