When I think about all of last weekend's craziness (all of which was just part of pulling off a large traditional wedding), I sort of can't believe so much... STUFF... was crammed into such a short amount of time. In fact, the part where Amanda pricked her finger and got blood on the front of her dress (before the ceremony) was sort of forgettable, due in part to the kick-ass stain removal kit we had on hand. So I thought I'd share this photo of Me, Kelly and My Boobs in action. Ah, photojournalist approach...
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
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Heh. I've quoted SARK before, and I'll quote her again: "Big breasts are like pets. Everyone says they want them, but you're the one who has to take care of them."
Cleavage is highly, highly overrated, which is why it's fun to pretend they have superpowers, I guess. I just realized this post, which I originally thought was funny and self-deprecating, is kind of weird. Hmmm...
I agree. Cleavage is way overrated, says the woman who had to buy bras online when pregnant, because they didn't carry them big enough in the store, and then didn't loose the cleavage like she was supposed to post-baby. I'd give anything to be a cup size (or two, really) smaller than I am.
Then again, I suppose you always want what you don't have.
ha ha. I totally understand the no-bras-in-your-size problem. I found the most perfect bra in the right size about a year and a half ago, and I wore it so often that the label wore away and I could never find another because I didn't know where to look. Just 2 weeks ago I magically found the same brand in a store, and lo and behold they had my size (I have never found my size anywhere else, ever) and I bought one in every style. And then I kept the tag in my underwear drawer so I can find them again when I need more. :)
I concur on the SARK comment...big boobs are a pain in the ass. Well, more like pain in the back and shoulders and the area under your armpits where your strapless bra has just left huge red welts.
I concur on the SARK comment...big boobs are a pain in the ass. Well, more like pain in the back and shoulders and the area under your armpits where your strapless bra has just left huge red welts.
There must have been something in that Lancaster water....
Readers who've known me since the 7th grade probably remember that I used to get my geek on investigating methane-producing bacteria for the mother of all science fair projects. If I *had* become a research scientist and was still interested in investigating what I'll politely call "agricultural run-off" (for readers who might be eating,) I would seriously consider investigating the impact of bovine hormone therapy on people who live near dairy farms.
Dairy cows are given hormones that stimulate their mammary glands and increase milk production, which leads to higher profits. All in all, I wonder if there *wasn't* something in the water that made us all busty.
Aw, science fair! I sort of miss you. Speaking of who we used to be, remember when you couldn't think about the oboe without thinking about Gwen? Do you ever play anymore, G?
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