Ain't that always the case, ND?

Though I want one of the bondage duckies now. It can ride on the dash of my Jeep next to my devil duck.

I clicked on one picture link in Bitches tonight, and got traumatized enough that I haven't clicked on any of the subsequent ones.

The first one was the worst.

OK. Just looked at some of the others. Giggling at a few, and GAH! WHY? on others.

I know! But that site has some really interesting art books. I'm not saying that facetiously.

I really should not have looked in bitches.

Tried to warn you, but somehow I knew you'd look.

Plei, have you tried the maternity store that's in one of the strip malls up by Alderwood Mall? Not cheap, but they were always able to send me home in a bra, and you and I are similarly endowed, I think.

Or, I'm wondering whether devoutly FAC single women, having possibly less experience of the world of lingerie than other women, just get all overexcited at the thought that one of their own is finally going to get to have sex and run out and buy up all the naughtiest stuff they can find because they don't know any better?

That's part of it, I think. It's weird. One of these days I'll put together my whole treatise on everything that's wrong with how the conservative church deals with sexuality, but 10:45 on a Friday when I've got a wedding to coordinate tomorrow probably isn't the time.

That said, I didn't get any tacky lingerie at my showers in semi-FAC land. Just lots of tastefully sexy silk and satin numbers, usually in dark, elegant jewel tones or black. Some of them could almost pass for the better class of figure skating costume.

Another reason to lose the 40 lbs. I need to lose--I could wear that stuff again.

I remember the first "personal" bridal shower I attended was for a friend of my sister's--everyone gave her the usual sexy lingerie, except for her very conservative mother, who actually gave her a flannel nightie, full-length!

Hmm. I think it'd be kinda funny to use a flannel nightie as wrapping for the real gift. Might have to try that sometime. Though I haven't been to a bridal shower in ages. Most of my friends are married off--I was actually at the tail end, 5 years ago.

Find A job. It doesn't have to be THE Job. Just to get you through...whatever time period acceptable. But don't get stuck, either. Coming from someone who is stuck, now nearly 8 years.

That is the trick. Avoiding getting stuck. One of these days I'm going to write the article I've had in my head forever figuring out why women are so much more likely to end up in dead-end jobs/careers than men.

Plei, have you tried the maternity store that's in one of the strip malls up by Alderwood Mall? Not cheap, but they were always able to send me home in a bra, and you and I are similarly endowed, I think.

Nope, I haven't. I think it might be the one that was recommended to me for finding nursing bras, though. There are a couple mail order places that get high marks that I'll be attempting when I hit a semi-stable size, but that size is still weeks and weeks away.

If my currently separating pubic bone stops freaking out on me long enough to allow a car ride of that distance, I'll have to try it.

If my currently separating pubic bone stops freaking out on me long enough to allow a car ride of that distance, I'll have to try it.

God, Plei, I don't even want to KNOW. But I imagine it's the reason you can tell a woman who's given birth from her skeleton, by looking at ridges in the pubic bone.

It sounds like not fun.