Busted
Monday, August 17th, 2009A few weeks ago, I went with Zack and his family to Arkansas for a little getaway. It was a blast. I’m growing more and more accustomed to becoming one with nature while hanging out with Zack. We were riding in the boat one day…the whole family. I was sitting towards the back of the boat. Zack was standing close by. The sun was beating down on us; the wind was slapping us in the face. It was great.
As I began to say something to Zack’s older cousin, I heard a loud pop. I immediately looked down at my chest – and yes- the plastic piece holding my bathing suit together broke. And left me exposed for all to see. I of course started yelling for Zack to grab my shirt, which he did. And as he handed it to me, he asked with a quizzical expression, “How do you plan on going swimming now?!”…as if I had planned to bust out of my bathing suit.