is through the fitting room with a handful of bathing suits.  depressing, it is.  but, i did manage to find four bathing suits that that were not completely grotesque on me.  i really wanted to wait until i was slightly more svelte before making this dreadful shopping expedition but i’m down to one suit.  one suit just doesn’t cut it when you live at the beach.  so now i’ve got four potential suits and hubby has final veto power when he gets home.  i’d like to keep at least two of them but we’ll see.  here’s hoping that next time i have to go through that, it’s because i’ve shrunk.