In my youth today's flipflops were called thongs.
February 14th. Fifty three degrees. What? Get out your bikini. Kick off those shoes. It is time to break out the Koolaid. Plunk in the ice cubes. Use Grandma's aluminum glasses The ones from the 50's that keep things cold. Where is my surfboard? My swimsuit coverup? My suntan lotion? My thongs? Grandma! Giggle. Giggle. "You WEAR thongs!" Sure do, I say proudly, holding up my flip flops. Confusing them every time.
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