Monday, June 1, 2009

What the Fuck

What the Fuck is going on here.

Okay Ladies, I went to the store to purchase some new bras. The one's I have are actually a little old. I really hate adjusting and fixing the bra straps, bending over to make sure that you fit properly into the cup. Looking down a few times and much to my horror, i was looking at four boobs. What was going on here, there were only two of them this morning.

Looking for new bras is a chore, I like the full cup but I like them to be a little sexy with bright colors. That's a challenge, I asked the very nice sales lady to measure me. Excuse me, what did you just say????? No fucking way, that's my mothers size bra. You must be mistaken, please remeasure me. Of course she proceeded to give me the look, you know the one that's says your insane and I'll proceed very quietly so that i don't startle you.

Okay I know that I have gained a few pounds over the years, who hasn't? I'll never be a size 2 again, (wedding gown size). Stress is a huge factor and of course my love of CHOCOLATE and SWEETS. But, i was actually floored in regards to bust size, I'm not overly plump, chunky is a pleasant word to use. But, holy mother my bust should, let me repeat, should not be this size.

I tried on the bras to prove to the sales clerk that was keeping an eye me, due to the waving of my hands and the mumbling and cursing. WRONG. So I have to admit that the sales clerk was right, the bras fit perfectly. Now, this didn't make me feel any better.

As i came out of the store my hubby was hanging out waiting for me, what's wrong was the question as he looked at my face. I mumbled something about the size of my bra, WOW Really he said with a huge grin on his face!!!! GO FIGURE.......

1 comment:

Catutes said...