So I pranced down the stairs into the kitchen last night to get feedback on my new fuschia SWIMDRESS from Land's End.
Let it be known that I had a nice conversation with the 2 octogenarians I enountered shopping with me in the Land's End section at Sears this year. One pointed out that chocolate brown swimsuits were all over the place a few years ago, but that they were hard to find this year. I noted inwardly that both of these spry ladies had better legs than I do.
But I digress.
When I entered the kitchen last night, Tim, not understanding the SWIM part of swimdress , perhaps while picturing me lunching at Panera in this get-up, said: "That dress looks a little skimpy to me."
Margaret countered, "DAAAAAAAAD, it's a bathing suit"
Then I, the glutton for punishment, arched my eyebrows and used my most professional voice to say what I always do to the kids when presenting a proposal or a new situation: "Questions? Comments? Concerns?"
Margaret's reply, enumerated one-two-three on her wagging fingertips:
"Concerns? Way too many to list!"
I guess I'm glad some things don't change.