Well, sort of. Before our Cozumel trip, B and I invested in a couple of wetsuits. I bought a scuba certification course for B for his birthday and since it's a lifelong sport, and since we plan on staying roughly the same size (please God) in the years to come, we figured a wetsuit for each of us was a good idea. I was hell-bent on purchasing one. My reasoning to B was that I didn't want to rent an wear someone else's pee-pants. I am nothing if not honest. Here's the one I got - 40% off from Harry's Dive Shop in Metairie. It kept me downright toasty in Mexico.
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