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The line between too much information  and Just the Right amount of information gets very blurry for me

Yesterday chad and I went to Costcotopia for stuff. 

background: Two nights ago at Macy’s I had found the PERFECT swimsuit. High back, high neck… black… cute little black belt detail.  Slimming… kinda… If I held my breath.  the only problem was it was $128.  Dude.  That is BLOOD MONEY.  retailers are just mean. 

So then last night at Costco there was a huge pile of swimsuits for $19.99 and I was like “FINE WORLD! YOU WIN”  so I grabbed a black one and came home.  It was so fugly on me.  So I’m taking it back anyway here’s the real story…

The swimsuit see came on one of those clear plastic bodies

and when I came upstairs to get into bed the clear plastic body was just laying there.  So I had a little practical joke idea. 

Hurry  get in pj’s and got ready for bed and climbed in between the blankets and then put the plastic body on top of me.  It was not very comfortable.  After about 15 minutes I heard Chad downstairs checking the doors, feeding the cat, glass of water…  any day now please

Then it takes another 5 minutes for him to go to the bathroom… brush his teeth… and all the while I’m trying so hard not to move… because anytime i moved the plastic neck would scrape my neck…

So then Chad climbs into bed and reaches over for me… *okay ya’ll all know where he reaches*

 … my shoulder… ;)

“What the???”

HA HA HA HA I just burst out laughing. 

I’m laughing so hard that I can’t even breathe.  

“Why is your ”shoulder” plastic?”  and then he flicks on his light… sees the plastic form… “Ha ha very funny” 

“hee hee hee I know right”

well lets just say he didn’t think it was that funny. *snore snore*

 its going to be a sad day to take “Bianca” back to costco today.  She’s been a real fun part of this family for the less than 24 hours she’s been here.