That just makes me tired.
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I've had bras tailored a few times, and it was like magical perfect fit. At least, it was until I gained or lost a few pounds.
also the website I am on right now trying to find my bras herroom.com shows various measurements of each bra, plus shows what they will look like under various types of tops.
I'm watching "too cute" on animal planet, which is about kittens. For the first time ever, the cats are entranced by the tv.
Us too!
I am the person for which DSW was meant. I do not want a salesperson. I want to go in, grab and get out. Employing a brafitter is a huge (but necessary) stretch for me if only for her to bring every damn bra in the stores that aren't scratchy lace for me to reject.
I'm difficult. My boobs are difficult. It's a complete package.
I'm pretty sure until I find a make and model, buying online is not going to work.
and they are no longer making my favorite bras in my size. I hates them.
Meh, I'm not trying to be Miss 'Yesbut' negative, it's just this has been an issue for so damned long. I finally find something, it works for a while, then something changes, be it me or the maker and I climb back on the stupid train. I'm never going to have it easy in this department, I know. And that pisses me off.
Man it is like Animal House outside on my street tonight. Some drunken kid hooted at me as I walked up to my door, and the huge nuisance dive bar across the street and the Irish pub 4 doors down are competing to see whose patrons are louder and drunker.
Princess across the hall is also shrieking with her friends on their many trips up and down the stairs, and possibly clog dancing. I guess I'm going to give her a get out of eviction free pass tonight though, as it wouldn't really be fair to complain about her noise when the St. Patrick's Day crowds outside are going to be keeping me awake until 2 a.m. anyway.
I need to go to a tailor (or, you know, ask an adept friend) and get my measurements done, so I have them on file to help me place orders online. All the important ones.
A bulb has blown in my bathroom and I can't even work out how to separate the bulb from the fixture. I can't believe I'm going to call the apartment manager for this. So...ditzy.
My testing is successfully complete! Other guy just has to do his bit at 12:30 tomorrow morning and report the results (it really should be successful too, he's pre-tested), and this thing my boss thought that couldn't be done this fast will be done, and it will be because I forced it through! Whoohah! Sheer force of will! And desperation--oh my god, the desperation. You have no idea.