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Did I ever tell you the story of how we were running errands and I was in my sweat pants and John decided we should go to dinner to real fancy place like Applebee's (ok, as fancy a place where he could order a steak and I could still be wearing my sweatpants) and I only agreed on the condition that I got to buy a bra so I wouldn't be bra-less and wearing sweat pants at a place that had menus (though I hate Applebee's, so I'm not sure why I cared). Anyway, I bought an evil, front-clasping bra that took me much too long to put on in the car (during which John asked if I needed help) and then sat through a very un!comfortable dinner with the Evil.Bra on.
This morning I thought it would be a good idea to wear this same bra to work. This same bra that I haven't worn since that one day when I could barely wear it for an hour.
That bra.
I can't wait to go home.
This morning I thought it would be a good idea to wear this same bra to work. This same bra that I haven't worn since that one day when I could barely wear it for an hour.
That bra.
I can't wait to go home.