Me: Well, it's official.
Me: I bought a fat lady swimsuit.
Him: Does it have a skirt?
Needless to say, we're going to the pool today folks.
In closing, I feel the urge to say this: It's not like I feel like I NEED the skirt, but more that I refuse to buy swimwear in November, when the selection is actually full of suits that aren't neon fucking pink or electric blue. And, really, who picks the patterns for these fats suits? Do I really want bright red and pink flowers and a fucking BLINKING SIGN that points to my thunder thighs?