It’s just poor judgement on my part, really. The new blouse my mom gave me–so very white and crisply ironed–is it wrong to want it to look good? sigh
And it’s one of THOSE kinds of white blouses–just a shade off transparent. But that’s okay, right? Because I’ve got that really lovely, bright white pseudo-wonderbra. Only problem is that…oh, how do I put this delicately?..um…there is a tendancy for my cups to runneth over. Ahem. Like whenever I have to bend over.
This is TMI, isn’t it? Well, anyway. I should have known better than to wear the stupid thing under this blouse…but here I sit. All the while praying that I stay ‘put.’ And my mantra for today?
Bend at the knees, not at the waist.
Although…if I can just sit quietly it looks great.
I’m such a putz. I know I’m gonna get razzed about this, but I guess I deserve it.
Pointless and mundane, I know, but I just thought I’d keep you abreast of my situaiton.