Are we still allowed to talk about undergarments?
I told DH for the past 2 months, every time he asked, that for my birthday I wanted new Victoria Secret brassieres. He scoffed, but I was serious.
At the show Saturday I was talking to someone, wearing a tank top because it was lovely and warm at that moment, when I noticed the woman I was talking to was smiling and staring just above one of my 'girls'. I looked down, and my underwire was trying to escape for like the billionth time. So I pulled that sucker out and tossed it over my shoulder into the back of the van.
Later, as DH was gathering up trash, he said, "What's this?" I 'splained that one of the girls had been grossly unsupported all day and ended with, "See?? I told you I needed new ones!"
Smart man had gotten me a VS giftcard for my birthday. Guess he listens after all...
As I'm shopping yesterday, this itty bitty child took my measurements and then scuttled around to find what I was looking for. In the 5 years since the last time I shopped, I increased a cup size (really? Guess some of the added pounds DID go where I wanted them) and they quit making bras out of fabric. All they have are various styles of plastic. Not plastique, thank heavens. I don't need to be the bomb, or have booby traps....
Anyway, now I have 3 new sets of support that are still sitting in a pink bag because I forgot to wash them last night and don't want to reek of styrofoam.
Then I made DH and DD take me to see Water For Elephants. Both whined copiously. DD admitted she liked it after it was over. DH wished we hadn't blown the $ on it...
Then I went to play with my birds and rearrange coops again. DH scolded me for not wearing my wrist brace but I said I'd be careful. Famous Last Words, although my wrist is doing fine. I decided to do 'one last thing' and when I threw open an inner door a 2' section of 2"x6" fell from above the door down onto my foot. I gasped and hobbled to the closest place to sit down. DH had gone inside, and I didn't have my phone with me. So I sat there and looked at my wrist and decided that if 100 and <cough> pounds landing on it couldn't break it, then a lil ol chunk of wood couldn't break my socked & shod foot. I made my toes wiggle and then completed my tasks in the coop.
I have a boo-boo where my sock tore up skin when the board impacted, and a lovely bruise. My foot does NOT like wearing a shoe and protested operating the gas pedal. I told it that it wil be FINE and quit whining. And I am wearing my wrist brace today. You know, so I don't hurt anything else while NOT hurting my wrist....
Laree, nekkid dookles are oogly....
I too hatched a pathetic ratio of boys to girls....
But I hatched 3 new milles and a black d'Uccle for my birthday