Today is Mumu’s big surfing competition. She’s always there for me when no one else ever is so as much as I despise sand in my stilettos I’m going to go watch. The last time I went people looked at me like I was crazy. Sorry I don’t understand the concept of wearing pants that have been shortened with a pare of scissors and un steady hand, and shoes that look like pieces of cardboard with string looped through them. There’s got to be a way to make beach wear more couture. Hmmm maybe I’m on to something. I also have to come up with a way to create a bathing suit that hides all the parts of my body I hate the most. So basically everything. I wouldn’t be caught dead in a bikini like 98% of the girls that go. Sigh.. I really shouldn’t have eaten all that pasta last night. I feel fat.