The differences between men & women: #265
In two weeks, we’re in Mexico with a group of CHYM-FM Platinum VIPs…our Trip-a-Day winners. Carole informs me that she needs a new bathing suit. Okey-dokey. Off we go to the mall. This wasn’t the toughest thing I’ve ever done. Basically she models the bathing suits, and I tell her which ones look the best. Well, they all looked good. The toughest part for me was trying to remember which one was the 2nd one, which was the 3rd, etc, etc. I don’t have a great memory to start with. I thought that maybe I should’ve brought a digital camera along. Wouldn’t I have looked like some kinda freak! After two stores, about 60 minutes, and maybe 8 or 9 bathing suits, we’re done.
Me? I don’t need a new bathing suit. Just another reason why being a guy is so much easier. I could balloon to 250 pounds, or drop to 150 (not likely), and my bathing suit would still fit. Elastic waistband…plus a draw-string. I’m packed…let’s go.