Thong-back banana hammock?
To be honest, I haven't really thought that far ahead.
When Mr. Wonderful found out that I'd sorted through my bikinis to catch a few rays on the balcony a few weeks ago (anyone remember when we actually broke 20C back in March?) he asked about a thong swimsuit and I told him I didn't have one. (Which was a lie; long story.) So when he announced he would gift me one and started teasing about what it would look like, it was a nice relief from his frequent topic that I give up my academic ambitions, move in with him and get a "real" job.
I went along with the joking until it appeared he was getting serious and wanted us to go try some suits on. That's when I suggested that if he wanted me to wear a thong bikini for him, he would have to wear a speedo for me. It stopped him in his tracks for a few days but it's beginning to look like he might agree to my conditions. So that's what was in the back of my mind when I suggested showing up at someone's lakeside cottage with my BF in his new speedo.
And yet once again, I'm going to tell myself to stop flipping quickly between my Facebook, my Instagram, my texting, and my spur-of-the-moment comments in here and think before I post in front of a much older crowd.