January 06, 2005

Good Things Come In Threes

1. The GM1 (soon to be the GM1, Retired) has an interview tomorrow, for which major shoppage had to be done. Dressy shirt, dressy tie, dressy shoes... he's tricked out prettier than a $5 whore at Christmas. I only hope this is a good experience for him, as he's not had to do anything like this since some recruiter leaned across a desk 20+ years ago and told him he had a pretty mouth.

2. As compensation for following the GM1 around the mall in search of a pair of shoes that weren't "something those guys on 'Queer Eye' would pick out", I got to wallow in the Victoria's Secret trough during the Big Bra Sale. Evidently they named it just for me, as when I was ritually measured, it was discovered that, despite my since-birth diet efforts and the subsequent loss of at least some of my ass (dropped a size in the trou, thankee), I have GAINED in a goodly amount of bosom. Up to (avert your eyes if such details offend) 38D.
I now qualify as a flotation device.

Posted by LeeAnn at January 6, 2005 06:19 PM
Comments

Wow! Nice going in the rack department!

Mine have gone all to hell since the twins passed their breastfeeding peak.... I was somewhere in the vicinity of a 36 DD there for awhile.

(Oh, and if anyone wants recommendations on nursing bras, Bravado makes 'em that are kind of like sports bras, and very comfortable. I can recommend a vendor, as well.)

Posted by: Julia at January 6, 2005 08:00 PM

Only if you paint them orange.

And attach webbing.

Posted by: Light & Dark at January 6, 2005 08:44 PM

Still waiting for number three? ;-)

Posted by: Gir at January 7, 2005 03:53 AM

Um...Gir? Think about it a little bit.

Posted by: Jim at January 7, 2005 06:09 AM

That was the hardest thing about getting out of the military: suddenly you have to decide what to wear everyday. Working for Uncle Sam makes it easy because he picks out your clothes for you.

Posted by: Ted at January 7, 2005 06:18 AM

3 - will soon be posting photos of the aforementioned bountiful treasures.

Posted by: Harvey at January 7, 2005 07:22 AM

Nature is so cruel...While you shop in Victoria Secrets I'm lucky to find a small enough Mary-Kate and Ashley bra at Wal-Mart.

Posted by: Kelly at January 7, 2005 07:43 AM

I should've known Harvey would ask for photographic evidence.

With the GM1's imminent retirement, does this mean you'll be getting rats soon?

Posted by: victor at January 7, 2005 08:57 AM

... 38D... wow.. dayum, girl...

Posted by: Eric at January 7, 2005 09:11 AM

*gulp* *sputter* H-E-L-P!! *gasp* I'M FREEKIN DROWNIN OVER HERE!!! *tread*

Posted by: Bob at January 7, 2005 09:22 AM

Well, that was interesting... I just had to wade through a bunch of guys who had tripped over their tongues in order to read this.

If you are now a floatation device, remind me to sit next to you on the plane when we fly over water. *grin*

Posted by: Teresa at January 7, 2005 03:14 PM

How the hell did you manage to lose weight and NOT lose the boobage?! If you find out how you do it, please let the world know.

Posted by: Cobby at January 8, 2005 09:26 AM