Timelies all!

I suppose I need to get a bra fitting done some time in the not too distant future. A number of my bras are looking a bit shabby, plus I noticed that many of my tops are fitting a bit more snugly than they used to.

Hey, Kat, do you happen to remember how long it took before your Zuko exploded? I want to brace myself if that's in my future.

-t, it exploded about 8 months after we had. We kept it stored in our freezer, though, and I wondered if that caused it to happen. But we also keep our ice cream machine cannister in the freezer and that's never exploded.

K's sister, who gave it to us, also had the same problem a few months after we did. I wonder if it was a bad a bunch?

Thanks for the data, Kat.

The instructions that came with it say to keep it in the freezer, that shouldn't make it explode. Well, I'll keep an eye on mine, I've got six months or so to enjoy it even if that is a typical failure rate. And by then the weather should certainly be cooler, maybe I'll keep it in a cupboard for the winter.

Heat advisory until tomorrow, ugh. Unfortunate for the holiday, there's not much shade where the city festivities happen.

I will say, it was fun while it lasted. We had all sorts of accessories: [link] But when it died it didn't seem worth replacing.

Oh man! Should we go to the gym today so I can swim, or should we go to republic of pie?

Why can't there be swimming and pie?

bend forward and measure your dangling boobs to get a true sense of your cup size

Measure them ... how? I always thought cup size was just something you eyeballed.

Amy, bra size is measured by placing a tape measure first around your chest below the boobs where the band goes, then another measurement is taken by placing the measuring tape a few inches higher than that, around the fullest part of your bust. The first one is the number part of the bra size, and to get the letter, subtract the bust number from the plain chest number. The difference is 1=A, 2=B, etc.

If I were to bend over to measure the dangling boobies, I'd look like one of those older mothers in the kind of National Geographic pictures 12-year-old boys in the pre-Internet era would linger over. "Do your ears hang low . . ."

I've never been fitted at VS, but I certainly was shocked by the fitter at Nordstrom who pegged me as a 34D, after umpteen years of thinking I was a 36B. Turns out she was right: lots of women wear the wrong size bra.

Cup sizes aren't consistent across band sizes, either, so the D in a 34D isn't the same as the D in a 32D. Which I find weird.

In other news, I'm going to a parade today, because my BIL is playing his saxophone in it. It's in Piedmont, so almost everyone there will be white. I'm tempted to wear my new Oaklandish t-shirt...

I splurged on some of the accessories - the storage stand thingy is really handy, but I haven't really used anything else. I like the idea of getting all fancy, but haven't been motivated to actually try much - just having coffee and tea pops with no frills keeps me pretty happy.

Swimming and pie both sound excellent.

Apparently my empty crockpot has been turned on for some unknown length of time. That can't be good. But nothing's on fire, so I'm gonna call it no harm no foul.