Her secret is, if you have big boobs you can't buy a bra there.
Sure, if you have small boobs, you can buy a bra that makes you look like you have big boobs, but if you actually grew (or bought and paid for) those puppies, you are out of luck.
My favorite bra broke. Bali doesn't make that style anymore. So, God help me, I was watching TV and the ad for IPEX bras came on. They look really similar to my favorite bra that no longer adjusts for Lefty, so I says to myself, "Self, let's try VS and maybe get a couple matching sets, because you like that sort of thing."
So Self and I get to VS and check sizes, lo and behold they DO make a 38D! Self and I are happy! Then we try the thing on. There is no way in hell this bra is a 38D. I've got the right band size, but that cup is claiming to be a Venti, but it's midway between a Tall and a Grande.
How do you buy bras there? Pick your band size and the cup size you would LIKE to be?
And what on earth is with all the pink crap? Sigh, I'll try Macy's next.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Flintstones, Meet the Flintstones...
The kids are calling this the Flintstones hurricane. I'm calling it a pain in the ass.Work has been demanding this week and I have not gone to Costco for groceries and supplies. Now I get to go tomorrow like the rest of the state. and wait in line with the rest of the state.
One good thing, UM (useless man) is not in town this weekend. But he is calling me every 3 hours with "I want you to head north right away if you gt scared" acting all concerned. I am NOT scared. Apprehensive, yes. But I'm not afraid this thing is coming here to rip off my roof. We went through three last year, and lost a handful of shingles and two fence panels. What I'm apprehensive about is the shortages of food, and gas that we experienced last year, and my family being without power for two weeks again.
Here's hoping Wilma pretends to be a Mayan ruin and dies on the Yucatan.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
For My Darling Sneadwoman
For you, love. Mwah.
I thought I'd scan these and post so you could see. Great! Right?
Well.
Dammitalltohell, I get it scanned and uploaded and go to get the tix off the scanner and the damned lid sucks one off and shoots it down the back!
This wouldn't be a problem, but... (and you knew there was a but) MY SCANNER SITS ON TOP OF A BIG ASS FULL BOOKSHELF AND IT WENT BEHIND THERE!
And it's not like my office is the pinnacle of neatness either, mind you.
So shit. I have to pull it out and find the damn ticket. Now you know how much I love you. Anything else would be considered lost.
Vanity
I will admit it. I am vain. I take pleasure in my physical appearance now that I've lost weight. I take greater pleasure in other things and it's not all what I'm about so don't email me about how wicked I am.
I had a successful pair of surgical procedures a few weeks ago. One doesn't relate to vanity. But the excisional biopsy does now. Three weeks ago I was worried that the little marble and its pea-sized companion were possibly cancerous. I'm pleased to sy they were not, nor were the other assorted and removed stuff-growing-where-it-should-not. "No evidence of malignancy" is quite possibly the most beautiful phrase in the English language.
A week after the surgery, the steri-strips got to come off Lefty. Either I left them on too long or not enough because they stuck on one spot. OW. And then I looked. I'd been joking about Frankenbooob but didn't expect to see it. And I saw it. It was a very angry red puffy raised ridged scar. With a raw sore spot. Frankenbooob. Damn.
So now it's 3 weeks later. The raw spot is gone, the red and anger and puffy are gone now. Dr B said the ridge should dissipate within 3 months. but the tissue is healing now and I'm getting a hard mass under the hard ridged scar.
Here's where vanity comes in. I like my boobs. I really do like them. Somehow in a week I went from worrying about BrCa to the thickness of this ridge on my scar. It's amazing how perspectives change. But now there is a scar on Lefty, and if I raise my arm, it pulls funny. I've lost some sensation, and I have an ugly scar that feels funny. I'd like to get naked with somebody again, at some point. What then? I don't think it's bad enough to get the Ewww! face and a "thanks I'll call you" but it's still something in the back of my head.
Maybe I just need to get over it. Maybe I should take a picture and send it to boobiethon for 2006.
I had a successful pair of surgical procedures a few weeks ago. One doesn't relate to vanity. But the excisional biopsy does now. Three weeks ago I was worried that the little marble and its pea-sized companion were possibly cancerous. I'm pleased to sy they were not, nor were the other assorted and removed stuff-growing-where-it-should-not. "No evidence of malignancy" is quite possibly the most beautiful phrase in the English language.
A week after the surgery, the steri-strips got to come off Lefty. Either I left them on too long or not enough because they stuck on one spot. OW. And then I looked. I'd been joking about Frankenbooob but didn't expect to see it. And I saw it. It was a very angry red puffy raised ridged scar. With a raw sore spot. Frankenbooob. Damn.
So now it's 3 weeks later. The raw spot is gone, the red and anger and puffy are gone now. Dr B said the ridge should dissipate within 3 months. but the tissue is healing now and I'm getting a hard mass under the hard ridged scar.
Here's where vanity comes in. I like my boobs. I really do like them. Somehow in a week I went from worrying about BrCa to the thickness of this ridge on my scar. It's amazing how perspectives change. But now there is a scar on Lefty, and if I raise my arm, it pulls funny. I've lost some sensation, and I have an ugly scar that feels funny. I'd like to get naked with somebody again, at some point. What then? I don't think it's bad enough to get the Ewww! face and a "thanks I'll call you" but it's still something in the back of my head.
Maybe I just need to get over it. Maybe I should take a picture and send it to boobiethon for 2006.
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