Yesterday I wrote a review about Great Wolf Lodge. But what I didn’t have time to tell you in that post was the FUNNY stuff that happened there.
And you know me… I like funny.
If you follow my tweets (@imalazymom) you may already be hip to the funny stuff that happened because I tried my best to keep you afloat on any funny developments.
But of the funny developments I tweeted about, there were three minor mishaps on Friday night which I feel I would be remiss if I didn’t tell you about them in a little more detail.
None of which involved Great Wolf Lodge, by the way.
They strictly were related to me in some way.
So, for your reading pleasure… here’s my tweet about mishap #1.
This was really NO BIG DEAL. The 7 year old thought he could run around like a crazy person without us when we first got into the park, but don’t worry…. I gave him a good “talking to” that I’m sure the whole water park enjoyed hearing as well. *Ahem*
Next up? Mishap #2.
Again. No big deal. I apparently can’t read signs is all.
And don’t worry, I didn’t see or scare any men. I just took the time to look in the mirror a little bit (because of mishap #3 I’m about to tell you about) and went to go potty when I spotted the urinals.
At first I thought to myself, “Why do they have urinals in the women’s bathrooms?”
Followed by, “How nice of them! They must put urinals in the women’s bathrooms for the little boys.”
Followed by, “Oh crap! I’m in the Men’s bathroom!!”
It takes me a while, that’s all.
And finally, mishap #3.
This one actually did embarrass me.
Because even even though walking around in a swimsuit in front of gobs of people is embarrassing.
And even though walking around in a swimsuit in front of gobs of people with jiggly thighs is embarrassing.
Walking around in a swimsuit in front of gobs of people with jiggly thighs AND your bra liner showing, is even more embarrassing.
I don’t care what other people say, it just is.
Apparently I like to make a grand entrance into places.
An embarrassingly grand entrance.
And I’m very good at it.
At any rate, the next morning I ran over to Walmart to get myself a new swimsuit.
It was a super good deal if’n I do say so myself. And the suit is actually pretty cute.
Although my one friend, after I told her my swimsuit story, said to me, “Um, how cute can a suit be that was on clearance for 5 bucks because no one wanted it last season… or so far THIS season.”
To which I replied through gobs of laughing tears, “You’re right! It’s not cute at all!”
Followed by, “It’s even animal print!”
I’m so glad she pointed out to me how NON-cute my new suit was. Because you know what that means?
I was walking around in a swimsuit in front of gobs of people with jiggly thighs in an animal print swimsuit that wasn’t even cute.
That makes me feel so. much. better.