OH OH OH OH OH, The Right Stuff

For those of you born in the 80's or even the 90's (gasp!) that title is a reference to the New Kids on the Block.  They were the shit back in my day.  First concert I ever went to and my dad and step mom took me.  I think I was in 5th grade.  I might have cried a little.  Here's a picture just for fun.  (The crazy haired dude on the bottom is Jordan and I'm pretty sure he was the source of endless teenage fantasies.)

Anyway, my point is that I started singing that song to myself in the mirror this morning when I saw my boobs in my new bra.  My god.  It's fantastic!

I buy bras from that really expensive pink place in the mall.  You know the one where bras cost like 50 bucks?  Well, I think the last time I bought a new bra from them was like 2 years ago.  Since that time I've gained and lost some weight, gained and lost a job, and ignored the fact that the straps are discolored and falling apart.  Mostly because when you have an extra 50 bucks, the last thing you want to spend it on is A BRA.

The horror of someone measuring your ta-ta's and forcing you to try on new ones keeps you from the store as long as possible.  Sure, I've bought some other cheaper ones to get me by, but nothing compares to the expensive pink ones.  It's hard to go back to generics after you have had your boobs fit into a comfy bra like a baseball glove. 

You totally just imagined boobs in a baseball glove didn't you?  Dirty bird.

I stood in the mirror, marveling at my magnificent breasts and how wearing the right bra sure makes my chest look bigger and my waist look smaller.  And then, naturally, I thought about how exactly I was going to blog about bras and boobs today.

Oh yeah, and I'm trying to keep my mind off of my cyyyyyyccccclllllleeeee (gag!  so sick of my cycle) and my OOOOOOOO day and spermination.  I don't even know what cyyyyyyccccclllllleeeee day I am today.  Isn't that great?