Hey-o, I said it. I've been waiting almost a week for my "Having it All Bra" to come in from Title Nine - this totally awesome catalog found on the back of my mom's toilet. Mom's toilet always has this odd collection of Southern Living and travel/sport clothing paraphenelia. My mother is not an avid sport player, but her exercise clothing collection can rival the Olympian softballer. The ratio of yoga pants to button down shirts is extraordinary, much like the ratio of rednecks to beautiful women in coal-mining West Virginia.
So my bra came with a glow from the heavens today at work, I was so excited. I tried it on once at work, and then put it on as soon as I got home, and am still wearing it. It slips on like a holster, (pun intended) in which to put my seemingly ever growing breasts, and closes in the front. Essentially, my dream bra. I can't wait to start working out, just so I can put this bra on.
This one's for you, Stephanie.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
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