I wasn't sure if I wanted to spend much money since in theory I am only about halfway to my weight loss goal. But if it takes me another year to get there, it's probably worth it to get something now. See also, re: pants. There's a $68 pair of pants that I want to buy from Duluth, but I can't decide if I should go for it now, or buy them next year and try to find something thrift shoppy for now. But I'm going to have to do something.
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We had a meeting with Ryan's teacher last night. (His daycare centre runs a kindergarten class in the mornings.) Progress reports are kind of hilarious at that age. "Ryan has been making steady progress in holding pencils, but needs more practice in cutting things out with scissors."
Ha, that's awesome. I always had trouble cutting things out with scissors. Heck, I still have trouble cutting things out with scissors.
I assume there's so much structural support (boning, underwires, whatever) that there's bound to be some creaking.
Yep. I have a couple of bras that are amazing, but they do occasionally creak. I just assume that no one will hear it over the swishing of my petticoats.
Fake boobs get squeakier as they get older. I sometimes think I should just install something that sounds like air horns and go with it.
I am loyal to VS Very Sexy bras. My tits look fabulous in them!
Ginger, I was on an IV for about 45 minutes. Good thought; ita !, my ankles have never really swollen up for any of my surgeries. OTOH, I have to wear compression stockings till tomorrow; maybe they're squoozing fluids upward?
Strix will next be seen starring in the upcoming remake of A River Runs Through It.
Ha, BT! And OUCH. Don't make me laugh!
I am drinking all the chai! NOM.
OMG, I cannot stop laughing at my own juvenile brain every time i think or type "nuts"
Today my seatmate said something on the phone like "Don't forget about cox!" and I nearly hurt something in my efforts to disguise the fact that I'm a 12 year old boy.
I haven't worn anything but sportsbras--front closing by preference--for years, so all I deal with is various layers of cotton. I tried on a regular, structured bra the last time I went shopping and nearly crawled out of my skin at how uncomfortable it was. But I've never had an issue with unassertive tits, so my primary goal is that they're well-supported and not giving tango exhibitions under my shirt.
I finally got in touch with TCG to tell him that he didn't have to go to work today as he was approaching work (hour+ commute). I'm angry at him for not having his cell where he could hear it on a day like today, and he's angry at me for being angry at him. He's also angry at work for not calling earlier. Fun morning.
sj, is it safe for him to come back, or should he stay where he is? If work is closed, does he have a place he can go? Or maybe the best thing is to come home. And I'm sure you'd feel better having him home.