(Update: What was once lost is now found! It was a good thing I found it when I did because I jump around A LOT during music on Mondays!)
I have a problem.
If you are a man, you are not going to want to hear about this problem.
I can't find my bra.
Yes, it's personal. Very personal. I am aware of this.
At first it was no big deal. Then I became annoyed. I inched into humiliation. Now I'm headed towards acceptance and maybe even a little rebellious, free resignation.
In this day of political and economical uncertainty, I am most certain it is the right thing to do to comtemplate the whereabouts of my bra.
And while I'm on it, let me discuss the NOT whereabouts of my bra, which is on my body.
Now, let's be frank. When you are, say, all of 16, to lose one's bra is no big deal. When you're in your 30's and have nursed three children for a total of five years, it is a big deal. Jogging up and down the steps is enough to make the jell-o song play in my mind.
Now let's talk weather.
I did not choose a good time to lose my bra.
It's cold outside.
I've been wearing many more layers than normal, and this isn't simply for warmth. I start with a tank top. Over the tank top goes a form-fitting long-sleeve with a t-shirt over that. Next goes the hoodie. And when I'm outdoors, walking, or having company, it is absolutely, positively imperative that my arms are crossed. God knew what he was doing when he made arms cross at chest level.
Or rather where chest level is supposed to be...
I could go buy a new one. I could. But I know I will find mine.
Now for all you guys who read anyway and are going to think less of me, this is your own fault. I warned you.
I'll bet you're thankful that there was no picture with this post...
Saturday, October 25, 2008
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So now I have no choice tomorrow but to hunt you down at LT and check out your chest region. You could post this on the LT yahoo site, give your size and people could make donations if they have extras.
Your bra is over there, behind that thing....
I wish I would have know about this before I hugged you today. Now I feel all dirty.
Steve,
Actually, I was very careful to give you a sideways hug today.
I shouldn't have read these comments while brushing my teeth, its hard to laugh with a mouth full of toothpaste.
ps. I renamed this blog one TMI buut hey I was warned
Thanks for the laugh this morning. Did the washing machine or dryer eat it? Do you have a dog? Our dog eats underwear, and not clean ones at that. I hope you find it soon.
Look in the back of the van...I know what you and jon have been up to...
so that's why you kept on the padded vest thing at co-op! i thought you were just cold. maybe one of your boys wet it down and stuck it in the freezer:).
I envy your ability to only own one bra, and to be able to go braless if you can't find it.
Not a possibility with me. I even wear a bra on party night.
And I laughed out loud at kelly's comment.
You'd probably get a bra in your LT mailbox. That would be awesome.
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