Saturday morning was very foggy in the Northumberland Strait, so there really wasn't much sightseeing to do as we plied the waters toward Pictou. So the one whom I adore and I made our way to the passenger deck where we sat with all the other early risers making the first crossing of the day.
Some of our fellow passengers included a very cute young family - a mom, a dad and a little boy about 9 months old. His parents did quite a job of entertaining him throughout the crossing, but nowhere near as much as they entertained me and he.
You see, the mom was in an attempt to remain stylish post-baby, decked out in blue-jeans and a sleeveless blouse, both of which had an abundance of spandex which any overweight woman will tell you is her best friend. For those that are slim and therefore less in tune with the joys of spandex, the crux of it is this: spandex provides just a little "give" and "pull" in the right places, plus, added bonus, it provides a little more firm support in other areas. So yeah, spandex, is all good. Except when spandex is in clothes that are just a tad too small. Then, is when spandex shows its evil side.
And that's what was going on with this young mom. She still had some baby weight to lose, most of it from the waist down. Her jeans were perhaps just a size and a half too small, but full of spandex which has give! and pull! and support! So, you could perhaps understand that she was completely unaware of the fact that every time she bent over to address her little boy, or to take his picture, or to give him a kiss, every time she did one of those things, she bared more than half her ass. To us. And the rest of the world, if they had been looking.
She wasn't wearing any underwear.
I wish I had pictures to post along with this entry, but the one whom I adore forbade me from taking any. The subject would have "crack'd" the lens.
