Day 21- Wardrobe Malfunction

Frickin Old Navy and their stupid ass $10.00 swimsuit sale. I guess you get what you pay for. I wanted to "treat" myself since I have been doing so well on this cleanse, so instead of heading to DQ for a Peanut Buster Parfait, I went to Old Navy yesterday. This was after my grocery store shopping adventure. I needed to run into Ulta, and low and behold, Old Navy is right next door. I had seen the ads on TV all week, so I thought I would take advantage of a inexpensive bathing suit- (and it would go easy on my weekly allowance allotment) :). I found the cutest bikini, so I bought it. I also bought Fred a new swimsuit, so it made it look good and justify why I was at Old Navy in the first place. LOL. So, today, my plan was to just chill poolside with my H20, some fruit, my magazines that I need read, and enjoy my afternoon. Fred had just left for band practice, so it was just me and the pups. I had some friends coming over later in the afternoon, so it was just a date with me, my floatie and Mr. Sunshine. Note: Lupus patients are not to be in the sun. This is the one thing that the Doctors are not taking away from me. I have been a sun-worshipper since I could put iodine in my baby oil at the Fredonia pool and bake like salmon on the pool deck. So, my floatie was already in the pool, so I reached down to grab it and "POP!"- my bottom of my bikini just busted- and like that, my "muffin" (for those that watched SNL last week) was exposed for the world to see. HOLY SHIT BALLS! (no holy crap balls on this one)- wardrobe malfunction at my own pool! OMG! What if this would have happened with my friends over? I would have NEVER lived it down, and I (as well as them) would have been traumatized for life. Now, for someone that is going through a cleanse, a little overweight and a little self-conscious, this was not a good thing to happen for my self-esteem. I thought I looked pretty darn good in that bikini and then this happened. F---in Old Navy and their cheap ass stuff! So I drop the floatie, grab my dangling bikini bottom, swearing like a sailor all the way inside to switch wardrobes- boring. My old swimsuit. Sigh. I was so pissed- and bummed! Not to mention, the dogs had no idea what was going on. Bogey ran and hid, and Morgan followed me into the bedroom, wagging his tail- just because he can. So much for a relaxing day at the Fahrenbruch pool. I did a couple magazines read before friends showed up- you know I had to tell them the story. I think they were glad this happened before their arrival. Whew! I am heading back to Old Navy after I post this. Stay cool and gals, check your bikini for any malfunctions before wearing. Good Night and "Donadagohvi"- (Good-bye in Cherokee)