Hiding places

I joined the YMCA in January and haven’t gone yet. My friend, Lisa goes every day and tries to motivate me. Today it worked.

We’re going swimming. I hate to swim.

I used to love it when I was younger and when Lycra was my friend, but not so much anymore.

I looked everywhere for my bathing suit and finally found it in a ziplock bag hiding at the bottom of this wardrobe.

Lucky for me it’s made of stretchy fabric.

Unlucky for everyone else is that they have to see me in it AND smell the pungent odor of rotting rubber.

Hehe, that outta earn me a secret nickname with the regulars. 😉