Thanks for the get well wishes from this morning, and thank you Cass for thinking of me. That's nice. I don't even mind that you thought of Nick too.
I am feeling some better, though still coughing and yuck with a sore throat. I swear I did not give it to Hil. Feel better~ma to you, Hil.
I have no opinion on boobs other than to agree that Salma's rack is amazing.
In good news, I worked today. It was very satisfying to get some paying stuff accomplished and please a client. Soon, I shall be all caught up. I might even get my house clean. I keep trying, but small people keep going right behind me and finding cool stuff. I swear, it's like trying to clean around Thing 1 and Thing 2.
Going to bed soon, hopefully to sleep, but I wanted to pop in and say hi.
I used to have perky C cups. Pretty perky D cups. I didn't fail the pencil test until I was measured as a DD.
eta: Hi Deena!
Hi ita!
I have never been perky, and I haven't been a DD since I got pregnant with Nick. Were I skinnier, my breasts would be frightening.
Springtime in Utah is a bit schizoid.
My brain wants to read this to the tune of "Springtime for Hitler". It's not quite working.
I can do it. "Spring-time! In U-Tah... isabit Skh-IT-Soid!"
You must have the colloquial pronunciation, you see...
ETA: Hey, Merriam-Webster agrees with me, mostly: [link]
Hell, after kids, even my Bs failed the pencil test. Which I don't think was totally fair as I didn't breastfeed, so felt I should get a bye on the saggage.
Deena, swear I thought of you first (second...) Actually it was, "hey, familiar..." and then I realized he looked like Nick. Faux-Nick was lovely and well-behaved though, reflected well on his doppleganger.
Barenjager?
Yep. I shall google it. Given where I live, it should be available somewhere.
It's nice, isn't it? Try it with a dash of tequila.
God it is lovely. And my favorite way to have it.
It's like dessert for those who can pass The Carding.
I have since tried it with Scotch too. I prefer the tequila but the smokiness is nice. I just, honestly, ran out of sipping tequila and decided to experiment.
I didn't fail the pencil test until I was measured as a DD.
Seriously?
I failed not long after I was a C.
Though I still claim to be a C most times cause the bras are cuter and I loathe the straps that moving to a D gets me. But you passed the pencil test? Day-um.
I gotta try krav. If it doesn't help the supporting muscles, I suspect it'll help with the accompanying rage issues.
From about 200 posts back, AmyLiz spake:
Hey Eddie, what happened at the barbecue on Saturday?
Thanks for asking! I went, I made nice, I'm still not interested. Why? you single? ::evil grin::
But you passed the pencil test? Day-um.
I know I was lucky, and still am, kinda. Or, to be honest, I'm just not fully respectful of the pencil test as the arbiter of bralessness. Sometimes I just don't care.
What, exactly, is the pencil test?