It's that time once again ~ Part 1

It's seems as though the time has come to find a new swim suit. I know, I know, kinda early in the season to be on the look out, but mine is worn out and Oh how I dread just the mear thought of it all. Were taking a mini vaca (2 dayer) before things get really crazy around here, so I'm jumping in with both feet.

I do though, have to admit I admire men's indifference to bathing-suit reality. Every man thinks he looks good in his bathing suit – even those with enough back hair to weave a small rug and a beer belly of sufficient size to be a walking Budweiser billboard. I envy that kind of confidence.

Almost every woman, on the other hand, believes she surely resembles a Teletubbie in her swimsuit. We can only be persuaded to try on new ones each spring because – as with childbirth – we forget the agony endured during the experience. This seasonal amnesia allows us to set out once again on a search for the sublime suit, the one that will leave us looking like a supermodel.

When I was younger, I too was seeking a supermodel suit. I hoped to be considered bodacious in my bathing attire. Now, having a middle-aged mom midriff untouched by a surgeon's scalpel, I'm content if my beach body fails to cause vomiting or retinal damage. So with these modest goals in mind, I began my spandex search.

I thought I'd found the ideal answer on the Internet with the Virtual Model (because it is so early in the season for such a thing). See, you can now re-create yourself online by entering your measurements. Then you can try on computerized bathing suits in the privacy of your home while eating an entire carton of Haagen-Dazs. The virtual YOU maintains her shape even as the real YOU adds another 10 pounds. It doesn't get any better than that.

The virtual me turned out to be quite a hot mamma, I must say, and I eagerly anticipated the arrival of my online bathing suit.

TO BE CONTINUED...........