That time I saw mi prima en tanga on vacation
I really wasn't prepared for the sheer awkwardness of seeing mi prima en tanga while we were all just trying to have a chill family weekend at the beach house. You know how it goes with big families; you think you're just going to grill some corn, splash in the water, and maybe catch a tan, but then things get a little weird because nobody really considers the "family boundary" when it comes to summer fashion. It's one of those things you don't really think about until you're standing there with a plate of potato salad, trying to figure out where exactly you're supposed to look. ...