Nah, we're in San Diego at my parent's house where there is a pool and sprinklers and air-conditioning. And I'm not leaving this chair or my perma-wet-bathingsuit until hell freezes over, or at the very least, cools the eff down.
And speaking of bathing suits, I wrote this piece last year about struggling to find a fabulous one-piece for post-pardum (ahem) issues and I would like to extend this link to all of you in search of some supremely cute retro-fabulous shit, I own the red polka dots and FYI, they run small.
Over and out.
GGC
