I just started off my Sunday morning with an AIM conversation with an Australian friend who told me about watching fruitbats. She was at an outdoor screening of Return of the King and when the Nazgul screamed -- in the very loud full stereo sound -- the fruitbats all took flight. Once she'd got over the heart attack, she laughed so hard she sprained something.

/t hearts fruitbats

In other news, the headache I had all day yesterday has finally begun to recede, so the day is looking up!

Yay for less pain, Theodosia.

Love the fruitbat story.

I haven't had coffee yet, and the cat just puked again.

Funny fruit bats.

I'm eating raisin bran, and... nope, that's all I've managed so far. Slept late.

They said 80% of women are wearing the wrong size bra, and everyone they had on the show went up a cup size and down a number size.

Do people not, like, try bras on? Is this how they end up the wrong size? Because, I've changed bra sizes probably 5 times in the last decade (as I lost weight post-puberty/college), and I, you know, pick out 2-3 sizes of each model and try them on to see what fits me. (I have tended to go down band sizes, rather than cup sizes, but I figured that out myself and did not need a stranger with a tape-measure getting all up in my mammary business.)

I thought only men bought clothing without trying it on.

Saying, clear as words, Step off the motherfucking bag and die, motherfucker. I'm just saying.

In the major leagues, I have seen both pitchers and catchers stop stolen base attempts by force of personality. Not in all cases, but, yes, the glare is a real tool of the game.

I think the problem may be that many women don't realize their bras could fit better. Like, they don't realize that they don't have to be painful/offer no support/fit funny and gappy.

And part of the problem is that the different brands and different styles make the sizes marked meaningless. I've tried on identical "sizes" in several different brands, supposedly in my size and NONE of them fit. So unless I've got 4 hours to spend finding a bra that fits, I get frustrated and leave empty handed.

The bras I no longer wear weren't even painful or funny looking. I figured that's just how my breasts looked. Then I got sized, and it was completely different -- I have to remember to do that more often.

Also, a number of women wear their bras wrong -- the placement of the bands, etc.

So unless I've got 4 hours to spend finding a bra that fits, I get frustrated and leave empty handed.

Which is why I'll rarely switch brands without help. The lady at Nordstroms took my measurements and said "You look like a Wacoal." And she was right. There is no size/style of VS that fits the me of right now the way the Wacoals do.

So unless I've got 4 hours to spend finding a bra that fits, I get frustrated and leave empty handed.

Okay, this is true. I reserve a good stretch of afternoon for it, try on 20 bras, find the One True Bra of that trip, and buy like 5 of it. Sales are our friends that way.

I'll rarely switch brands without help.

Same here. I've been a Bali loyalist for some time. Wacoal would tempt me, except for the part where they are zillions of dollars apiece.

Why is there nothing like Nordstroms out here? Bah.

I also realize that I am very cheap about bras, but come on! There's hardly anything there, what the scary VS lady said nothwithstanding. (I think I typed that word yesterday, too. Weird.)

There's a Nordstroms in Providence, of all places