What's a good way to eat your brain? Getting home from work at 1.30 am and then deciding to . . . do more work. Oh yes.
Not that the day was so good that I want to keep it going. Apparently my gloating over the magic dress completely blew my wad in the fashion karma department. Yesterday my favourite bra sprung a wire, so this morning I grumbled my way over to the specialty shop to replace it. After a few minutes in the changing room it became clear that something was not right. That would be the cupsize, which apparently has incremented up one, as it has done like clockwork every year for the last five. I am now officially an 'H' cup. I fear that I will soon run out of letters. All together now, can we spell macromastia?
I need to find myself a kitchen scale, I'm curious about how much they weigh now.
Not that the day was so good that I want to keep it going. Apparently my gloating over the magic dress completely blew my wad in the fashion karma department. Yesterday my favourite bra sprung a wire, so this morning I grumbled my way over to the specialty shop to replace it. After a few minutes in the changing room it became clear that something was not right. That would be the cupsize, which apparently has incremented up one, as it has done like clockwork every year for the last five. I am now officially an 'H' cup. I fear that I will soon run out of letters. All together now, can we spell macromastia?
I need to find myself a kitchen scale, I'm curious about how much they weigh now.
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