Bikinis. They're evil. I'm helpless when I'm faced with a cute string number with whatever print. And man, if the pricetag only has a 3-digit number? Gad. Nothing can stop me. Oh, oh... and when the top makes me look like a actually have... ahem... a top. Now that's an offer that can't be refused. At the rate I'm going, there aren't enough beach trips scheduled for the all the bikinis in my drawer to see sunlight. I just bought a new set yesterday. Chips can't believe that I got another one. I can't even believe I got another one. And I wonder where my salary is going... hmmm.

I wonder though why the digits get higher as the swimsuit gets smaller. There's less cloth and less thread going around. But oh well, like we care. The boys seem to like it anyway, even if they do bicker about the spending.