Swimsuits have such short lives in stores. They appear in February, when your mind is still trapped in a snow globe, and they disappear from the racks before it even gets hot enough to wear one. Such is my experience, anyway. When I am sweating and desperate to take a dip, all that is left in the stores are those dumpy granny suits with the weird pantyhose colored linings.
numero 5 from my Springtime to-do's. I bought the one I had my eye on, and on sale to boot!
Now nothing can get between me and the WORLD'S TALLEST WATER RIDE.