Look! It’s my fabulous Fussy tee! The shirt showed up about 36 hours after I broke the camera, thus preventing me from properly and publicly saying THANK YOU to Mrs. Kennedy, and telling her how much I love it because it’s cool and it makes my boobs look bigger!

Yes, really. That is a GREAT shot of my cleavage. Isn’t that sad?

Today, to entertain myself, I Googled “bra size calculator” and then went to about ten different sites to see what size bra I should be wearing. I got everything from “size 36 (does not require a bra)” to a 34B, which seems overly optimistic to me, to “ERROR our system does not recognize the numbers you have inputted.” Mostly, though, I seem to be a 34AA, although the three sites that told me that ALSO told me that they don’t carry bras in that size.

Like I didn’t already know that.

For the most part, I don’t mind being flat chested, but swimsuit season is always a nightmare. It is nearly impossible for me to find suits that fit both my Mom Ass and my pre-teen boobs. One piece suits are out of the question, as is virtually any suit with built-in padding (which is REALLY depressing, because if ANYONE could use some padding, it’s me). I can find bikinis that fit, but seriously, who wants to see me in a bikini? (Keep it to yourself there.) This weekend, I managed to find a basic black tankini, although I tried on no fewer than TEN size SMALL tops before I found one that fit (I love that the SAME article of clothing in the SAME size and color can fit so differently–no, actually, I don’t).

We went to the pool on Saturday, which was lots of fun if you don’t count the fact that I got a sunburn, right in the middle of my back. The boys had a huge time; Henry jumped right in and started swimming, and Charlie discovered that he can touch the bottom in the shallow end of the big pool this summer, which is a little sad because THIS year, when my kids seem to have outgrown the baby pool, the club has installed a fantastic umbrella to shade the deck next to the baby pool–you know, so that all the mommies don’t have to sit in the sun while their kids swim. Like I’ve done for the past THREE YEARS.

It’s a good thing I found a swimsuit that fits, because I’ll be in the water ALL SUMMER, apparently.

Charlie does his best Michael Jordan impression.

You’ve gotta love those goggles.

Henry and Charlie check out a cute little girl in the baby pool, while Wade checks out a cute big girl on the deck.

We swam and ate and drank and ate and played at the park and ate and watched movies and ATE and drank and drank and drank. Oh, and Wade worked, which kind of sucked for him, and I went shopping, which would have been really fun except that I was shopping for a bathing suit, which just made me wish I had eaten less. And also made me want a stiff drink.

Speaking of stiff drinks, everyone needs to go back to the comments for this entry and see Adria’s drink suggestion. You also need to pick up some margarita mix at Williams Sonoma and try that out (shake them up your martini shaker, of course). And don’t forget about Ramblin’ Educat’s margarita slushies.

Margaritas for everyone! And I’ll be sporting my Fussy tee at the pool, because my boobs can use all the help they can get.