And I spent a good portion of my evening attempting to try it on but failing miserably.
The downside of having three cats as roommates (besides cleaning up their poop and vomit all the time and chasing them with a spray bottle while yelling "No!"): There's no one to zip up your brand-new wetsuit for you. Which makes it really hard when you can't figure out if the wetsuit is too small or if you just didn't put it on right.
My lower back kind of hurts now from my unsatisfying solo zipper-pulling efforts.
(And yes, I wrote that sentence that way on purpose.)
Wait, it gets better.
This is the part where I cut off my feet and wait for the search party to find me, right?
And you wonder why I don't have my pro card.