Yes it is the dreaded season of swimsuits. Have any of yall noticed that they do not make swimsuits anymore that can hold up the girls? ( yall know what I am talking about)
As I am sitting in my beach chair, watching all those little perky girls jogging up and down the beach, I tried and tried to pick the girls up . Lord help me, it is going to cost me more money at the Chiropractor's Office than my beach trip. After tying my top tighter and tighter, I can't hardly move my neck.
And not to mention trying to get up from that beach chair. Ladies, there is just no graceful way to do this. I just finally decided to pretend to drop something and roll out of the chair to pick it up, But then Lord help us then its my bottom side. That is just not a pretty picture.
Well I had bought me one of those beach dresses, as I call them. So as I sat there trying to figure out a better way to rise gracefully out of the demon beach chair, it dawned on me, just put on the beach dress. The problem with this is, my husband bought me this cute hat, which of course I had to wear. Well that was not going over that hat! ( some of you are thinking, just take off the hat) except for a southern women, hat hair is worse than cellulite.
Then it hit me, I am a proud old southern women. I love the events of life that brought me to this point of my life. I am proud of the bumps and wrinkles my body shows that I have been so blessed to have my wonderful children and grandchildren.
I hope all those perky girls on that beach are as blessed as I am as they become an older women.
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