wobbly legs

 

i haven't taken a single picture in the last month of anyone, wearing anything, but a swimsuit. this week the suggies have dipped in chlorinated pool water, fresh lake water, and salty beach water. i love it. summer is here people, soak it up!

unfortunately, for many women this time is associated with swimsuit anxiety. not for me, no mam, i am over that garbage. but leave it to my middle monkey to have me doubting my confidence. while swimming with their cousins, miley looked at my sister-in-law, kim (who carries her calories in the same places i do), and casually said 'your legs wobble just like my moms.'

my mom (and my husband) are funny

drunk guy at the resort: heeeey, i like your shades.
laughing gloria in her bright pink sunglasses: you should see my car.

mom and her freshly painted car. look closely and you will see that the new interior matches the bright exterior. mia has affectionately dubbed it the 'lemonsine.' we came home from shopping the other night to a homemade 'taxi' sign atop the car and a laughing brian on the porch swing.

i'm so glad she's such a good sport. i actually think it's pretty cool that she didn't want a 'nondescript' colored car. and i think it's even cooler that she doesn't give a damn about what anyone else thinks about it. there isn't a single nondescript thing about my mother, even though that has the potential to be embarrassing, i wouldn't have her any other way.