I dare you to walk around in your bra.

Walked right into that, I did. In my bra.

Honestly, when my male coworker's not in the office I have totally changed into "work outside" clothes right in my cubicle.

When we went baby shopping with my niece, Katie (who knew she was having a girl) my mom picked up everything pink and frilly while I was pushing trucks and dinosaurs and rocketships. Mom thought I was an agitator.

My sister (Katie's mom) went our her way to make sure her girls were raised with green and yellow instead of pink but they went through a phase (incited by our culture, perhaps?) where they only wanted to wear pink. She also wouldn't allow any toy guns in the house but one day her son bit his grilled cheese sandwich into the shape of a gun, pointed it at her and said, "pew, pew, pew!"

I have good tits. I never used to, but there are (two) pros to weight gain.

I have a doozy of a migraine. I've been asleep all day. I really hate how much of my time goes to waste on such things. Must talk to physiotherapist about them soon. IBetterN, I managed to get in the PhD applications before it took over. Now the agonizing wait to hear if I've missed all the funding deadlines (due to having been ill a lot lately). Keep many things crossed for me that I haven't!

The repackaging spefically for girls? Fuck you and Boardwalk.

I know! If they'd tried to pull the Girlie Monopoly stunt on me as a kid, I would have thrown up in the toy store.

Oh! Cash! How excited am I?? Emeline finally got down with the "Mulan" love!!

SHOW US YOUR TITS!!

I totally would have flashed my monitor if my office door wasn't open.

Also, you have nice boobies.

True dat.

Wait. I don't remember showing my boobies to Buffistas at large. Are you extrapolating from how well they fill out a semi-colon t-shirt?

Thank you. Although the niceness isn't a factor in me whipping them out. For instance, my co-workers have never seen my boobies, despite their niceness.

From the sounds of your office, no one there has earned it.

Is true.

Do you have a good mailman?

Well, he brings me stuff, so I like him.

Monopoly-for-girls bugs me less than the telescope-for-girls that's not only pink but less powerful than the black & red one. At least Monopoly-for-girls is still a fully functioning game.

Wait. I don't remember showing my boobies to Buffistas at large. Are you extrapolating from how well they fill out a semi-colon t-shirt?

I'm pretty sure I've seen them in just a bra. And in shirts cut low enough that the quality was evident.

I slept all morning. Definitely not getting any work done today. I kind of need to go grocery shopping, but that's so not going to happen -- even with the cart to lean on, that's too much walking for today. I've got enough food for a few days, and I can order grocery delivery, I guess.

For Suzi and Raq:

Check out Bobby Cassevah and Josh Donaldson at A's Spring training.

Best friends since they were five years old, played on little league and high school teams growing up, now they're both in the same system and have a chance to play together in the majors.

(Cassevah's new, a Rule 5 pickup. Donaldson is a top prospect catcher still in the minors).

Wild. I can't imagine how I'd feel if Emmett and one of his Little League teammates made it to the bigs, much less played together. So freakin' unlikely.

The new guys on the A's are kind of burly lumberjack types.

Check out Kouzmanoff and Sheets.