YAY pretty!

I went bra shopping last weekend, but just ended up with some practical ones.

I tend to buy bras on clearance at Marshall's because they're pretty. But I always end up wearing the same two or three practical nude-colored ones.

Responding to the last few Natter 66s:

Go to Platine and come hang out with me, Kat. I think that's a great idea.

I should go supervise the kids. They are practicing soccer in the front yard.

Jimmy Fallon and Justin Timberlake with the Roots do the History of Rap.

That's so last week. But yes, excellent. Even my grandmother saw it! (We were talking about late-night tv this afternoon.)

I went over, had lunch with my father, walked into Harvard Square, where I traded 7ish books for 2 and bought a 3rd, back to the house, hung out with my grandmother, talked to my aunt on the phone, and then came home. I should do stuff, but now I'm lazy.

I used to have difficulty finding my size in "normal" stores, and then I discovered that VS carried it, and I could get all sorts of racy colours and prints in their satin line. Those were good times. Then my boobs changed shape, and nothing in VS fit anymore. It was just medium expensive plain Wacoal bras and very expensive but pretty random other brands.

With this new sizing I think I'm even more screwed in department stores. But maybe that was the store's angle! Convince me I'm some strange size so I have to shop with them forever.

I love grated daikon as a condiment for fish.

The only time I ever had a bra fitting, the woman put me in a band size two sizes too small, and then snapped at me when I mentioned that it was rather painful. I keep thinking I should go try it again, because none of my damn bras fit quite right, but the whole experience was so unpleasant I don't have the heart for it. I just keep hoping that I'll lose enough weight to wear the simple 36B I used to wear.

I have emptied the dishwasher, eaten yummy sushi, bought myself new airwalks with a birthday gift certificate, and found a button-up cardigan for my dad's birthday next week. Also it's looking increasingly likely that I may get lucky with someone far too young for me tonight.

I've wasted a gorgeous, sunny day inside, except for downloading some Buffy episodes on iTunes.

I've wasted it inside too.

Oh well.

There are horse races on ESPN2 one featured a filly named Miss Keller who travels with her stuffy toy bunbun. (They showed the bun hanging in front of her stall.) The bunny keeps her calm.