Friday, April 1, 2011
Time for a Little Less Hooking
I'm in love. With a girl. Named Kayla. With whom I went to 2nd base (minor leagues--yes, I'm that lame that I had to Google what 2nd base was & subsequently learned that there is an altogether different set of bases for the "major" leagues).
Today I finally screwed up my courage, walked into Victoria's Secret & asked a perfectly lovely perfect stranger to measure me for a bra. Kayla was probably all of 21, working her part-time job & miles away from having any clue about the ravages of baby-havin' or weight-droppin' on one's bosom, BUT she was very kind & very helpful.
I tried on about 15 different bras & came home with 4 (multiplying my wearable bra selection by 4). The big news of the day: I'm down to 2 hooks...2 HOOKS! Kayla gave me a vague stare when I squealed with delight at the clasp, but previously I was a mandatory 4 hook kind of girl. *Insert obvious hooker joke here*
Even better than my hooks, my band size went down more than my cup size--a relief for any girl, hooker or not.
I spent such an unholy amount of money that I got a delightfully subtle, pink striped umbrella with Victoria's Secret emblazoned on it. I can't wait to take my kids puddle stomping with it...all of the moms at the park will be jealous...or think I'm an unfit mom. Devil may care--did I mention that I'm a two hook girl?!?