And My Bikini Didn't Fall Off

I surfed for three hours this morning. It was fun, and I got back just in time for Hubby to surf. The boys wanted to go to the pool and the beach.

There was a bit of arguing about which was going to happen first. Finally, we decided we'd hit the pool, then the beach. And I'm so glad we did.

We were on the beach about ten minutes when I saw Hubby coming back from surfing.

"Hi, honey, can I take your board out for a quick spin, pleeeeeeeeeeease?" I beg.

"Sure, but you don't have your wetsuit," says Hubby.

"Oh, I'll be fine," I assure him. "I'm only going to catch one wave."

"Uh, huh," he says doubtfully, referring to the one wave part.

I jumped in the water in my bikini, thank goodness I've been doing my ab work daily, with his new surfboard in hand. It was a bit chilly, so I took the nestea plunge to adjust my entire body to the brisk water temperature quickly.

It worked, and I comfortably began paddling out to the surf zone. Every wave that passed over my body, on my way to the line up, tugged at my bathing suit.

"Oh well, at least I have a towel on the beach if I lose my suit," I say to myself.

Yes, that has happened before. I'm sure most surfer girls have at least one "my bathing suit fell off while I was surfing" stories. (Feel free to leave your story in the comment section, please.)

Once in the line up, it only took a few minutes to catch a wave. It was so fun I had to paddle out for another one. I felt free without the paddling restriction of a wetsuit.

I caught a second wave, and went in on it. Of course, I could have surfed another hour, but I figured I'd go in before Hubby lost his patience, and while I still had a bathing suit.