SOAPBOX TIME AGAIN!
This summer, on a trip Up North...
(For all of those of you not from Michigan, it means any place in our lovely state north of Big Rapids. It's a vague term...)
The weather was warm and we decided to throw on our swimsuits and spend some quality time on the pontoon boat, working on a tan, as best you can in the Mitten State. (It takes more work than you might think!)
And as a few of us sat there in our swimsuits, one friend says "I wish I had abs like you. Ever since I had the baby, I don't wear a bikini unless I'm going to be at home alone."
Umm, excuse me?!?!
This summer, on a trip Up North...
(For all of those of you not from Michigan, it means any place in our lovely state north of Big Rapids. It's a vague term...)
The weather was warm and we decided to throw on our swimsuits and spend some quality time on the pontoon boat, working on a tan, as best you can in the Mitten State. (It takes more work than you might think!)
And as a few of us sat there in our swimsuits, one friend says "I wish I had abs like you. Ever since I had the baby, I don't wear a bikini unless I'm going to be at home alone."
Umm, excuse me?!?!