Swimsuit season is coming soon. I’m not trying to be like Paul Revere and gallop across the country side warning you of impending turmoil. Nor am I running in circles like Chicken Little screaming the sky is falling. Although you know exactly what I’m talking about, we all share the same fear…summer’s greatest past time – being near bodies of water while (gasp) wearing a bathing suit. For most it invokes inner groans or perhaps high pitched shrieks upon the realization that the first day of spring marks a gradual warm up of the weather. The anxiety of squeezing our winter bodies into strips of spandex and going in public is enough to cause heartburn and the need for a stiff drink. We probably make it much worse with the days of worry, I mean, do others really pay that much attention to what we look like at the beach or pool? Probably not, but sometimes I feel like when I’m swimming I look like the oversized image of the Jaws shadow passing through the water – and right now I hear the music, duh da, duh da, duh da. I need a sip of Maalox after all and maybe that drink. It may be best if I make a Martini out of the Maalox and call it a night.
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