Despite having not pounded back the oatmeal shortbread for a month now and despite having embraced an rigourous exercise regime in place of competitive cookie eating(okay, that ended with the onset of the first head cold in years that I contracted a week ago), I have accepted the bitter reality that my bikini body days are well behind me.
Actually, I am okay with that. Especially now that I am fully grey; somehow it gives me license to be the fat lady on the beach. Before long I'll be telling them damn kids to get the hell off my lawn.
I will be able to test this theory shortly, because there is indeed a beach in my near future. Being the trophy wife that I am, I am accompanying the spousal unit on a work trip to Maui in mere days from now.
Naturally it occurs just as my work load ramps up, but given enough planning time, I can squeeze it all in. And although I have never had to write articles on the beach before, I am more than willing to give it a try.
I leave you with my latest album review on the National Music Centre blog, a review of the drop dead gorgeous new album from the Abramson Singers. A must for fans of beautiful voices.