drip marks the spot
i don't have a ginormous rack. i mean, my boobs are not petite by any stretch of the imagination, nor are they enough to threaten cleveland. (why cleveland? i don't know -- it's far away.) anyway, despite the middle-of-the-road, garden variety sized breastes i have i still manage to keep on spilling things right between the two. divide and conquer indeed. perhaps it has less to do with my shelf and more to do with my inability to get food/liquid from my hand to my mouth. curse you hand-eye coordination! i don't need the likes of you!! in any event, i now have a wet water spot on my shirt. at work. and i have to go pee. oh the horrors! oh the indignity! oh woe.