Aunt Phyllis and Mom are busy gossiping with the next door neighbor, so Tammy and I were told to go on ahead. This means, of course, that I have to walk through the neighborhood dressed in my borrowed bikini suit. I told Mom I couldn't do that — not dressed like this! I feel like I'm in my underwear! — but she won't listen.

Why can't things ever be easy?

Tammy knows I'm worried about being recognized, and to help keep my secret she loaned me these sunglasses. What do you think? Do they make me look any different? I sure hope so. If we run into any of my team mates I've had it.

Oh, and as you can see, I've got my official "Barbie" beach towel, too. Aunt Phyllis gave me that. She said I might as well use it since Tammy doesn't care for Barbie stuff any more.

Great. I'm the only boy around here, but I'm the one who has to use all the Barbie accessories. That makes a lot of sense, doesn't it?

Gee, maybe I'll get to play with Tammy's dollies when we get back.

Darn it … this stupid bottom keeps coming loose ….