There are several truths about me. One is the fact that a bra is generally one of the first things I put on. Always. Ok, well, pretty much always.
This past weekend, just after I had showered before heading out to Brother In Law's 40th birthday party, and in the midst of dressing myself, not yet successful in the search for clean supportive garments, I was accosted by the outfit sported by MlleL.
"Wow", I said. "Goodness... That's......" Well, it was polka dots. That's what it was. Leggings and a tunic, all in different dots. "Let me see what I can do to find some other leggings."
"They're all in the wash." She said, "These are the ones I could find."
"Uhh," I said, as I dug around looking in the laundry (clean) basket. "How about.... Well.... I see what you mean."
"Mama," she said, clearly distracted and gesticulating towards my naked torso "why do they look so, um, soft? They look like they're lying down and taking a nap."
Right. Aaaand, back to the hunt for a bra.
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LMAO.
With your power comes great responsibility, my friend. Keep those puppies on a leash! ;)
(heh.)
Oh my goodness.. I'm 37 too, and let me just say "I hear you!" -- I always tell my friends I would rather go without makeup in public, than to go braless!
Thanks for the laugh :)
Natalie @YMCbuzz
YummyMummyClub.ca
I did read this back in December when you posted it... and then read it again after reading your most recent post - where you pointed out that you blog about your boobs a lot.
I'm not 37 yet, and have not had any babies yet, and I can say with absolute candour that I would not leave the house without a bra on... ever.
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