Hugh brought our boat home last night. The Sea Chelle spent the past six months in dry storage and now it is time to get her lake-worthy. This means that is is time to get my ass bikini-worthy and, thanks to the head-start that I have on that chore, 'm feeling far less defeated than I normally would this time of year.
In fact, I'm hoping to be ready to slip into the new zebra-striped two-piece that I ordered from Victoria's Secret just in time to slip the boat into the reservoir; I just have to start a dedicated running program.
I'm going to get right on that.
Really.
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