Okay...if you REALLY know me, I bet your mouth is hanging open and you are yelling, "LIAR!" Let me clarify. I hate a certain kind of shopping. Bra shopping. To me...that's like worse then getting my teeth cleaned. (I actually enjoy my cleaning experience. My hygienist should be a stand up comedian.) Anyway. I use to be like the queen of bras. I had more bra/panty sets than I could wear in a 3 week time period. (This was pre Miss K.) Well...as I gained weight, the 'twins' grew. Lord did they grow. So, I finally decided to go in and have a bra fitting. WHAT A FREAKIN' JOKE. The girl pulls out her paper tape measure and announces that I am a 40C. I honestly think she was smoking crack. I told her something to that affect, but left out the crack comment. Just to "humor" her since she was INSISTENT that she was right, I 'shoved' myself into a 40C. And when I say shove, I mean I had to manipulate myself into the damn thing. Once I managed to get myself into it, I had cleavage up at my chin. I KID YOU NOT. And I could not breathe. I think I had more on the outside of the bra than what I had on the inside of the dang bra. It was horrible. The "bra specialist" never said another word to me. I finally grabbed a couple of ones that I thought were my size, tried them on until I found one that fit the way I liked. And because I can't do anything half-assed, I bought like 10 of them. EXPENSIVE. That was like a year ago. I am now down to two bras. This morning I was getting ready to head out for a playdate. Put my bra on and was immediately stabbed with wire. Dang wire snapped in half. Now....I know you are asking yourself, "why the heck did she let it get down to just two bras and ohmygosh is she wearing the same bra everyday? I let it get down to two bras because I've lost 50 pounds and I didn't want to replace all my bras while I was still losing weight. I've been meaning to go shopping for new ones, but I HATE SHOPPING FOR BRAS! And, believe it or not, I wash a load of clothes every night so that I will have a clean bra everyday. So, tomorrow after I take Miss K to school, I'm going to have to bite the bullet and buy some new bras that fit and aren't trying to kill me. The sad thing is...I love these bras. Hence me buying 10 of the same bra. I just looked on line and they are having a sale, buy one get one 1/2 off. So, about $60 for two bras.
Yes, I just did an entire blog entry about purchasing a dang bra. Tomorrow will most likely be a ranting session of how awful it was.
My child finally went down for a nap. I am going to take something out for dinner and then I am going to take a nap too.
Blog ya later!