Oh my god, you guys, so like, I was at the beach the other day and I got sand in my swimsuit, and it totally reminded me of that one time in the kitchen with my mom. Like, you know that feeling, right? It's all gritty and uncomfortable and it just won't go away!
And I swear, it was just like that time with my mom when we were making pancakes and I accidentally spilled some flour down the front of my shirt. It got all up in my bra and it was so itchy and scratchy and just awful.
But the worst part was that my mom was trying to help me clean it up and she kept rubbing the flour all over me, and it just made things worse! I was so uncomfortable and embarrassed, and I just wanted to crawl out of my skin.
So yeah, you guys, sand in your swimsuit is no joke. It's just like that time in the kitchen with my mom, and it's the worst feeling ever! Ugh, why does everything have to be so uncomfortable all the time? It's like the universe is conspiring against me or something.