Can you hear me singing it? I am. In my head. I spent last Thursday afternoon in a park, in a tank top, flipped up to get a little color on my otherwise pasty midsection. It must have been 75 degrees!!! Yes, three exclamation marks for that. I live in Seattle.
I can feel it – summer is just around the corner. I need to prepare.
Who doesn’t want this bathing suit? It’s amazing. And that hat. I want the hat, too.
Enough afternoons in the park, and perhaps…
Every summer I tell myself I’m going camping. Or at least for a long hike. Why is it so hard? And why doesn’t it look like this?
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