The Boobs Are the First To Go

Hmpf.

Last night I had to go pick up a bra to wear to The Wedding. I honestly don't have a clue what size bra I wear, and I've taken some measurements and tried some bras on and none of them seem to fit right. However, I decided to go with what I thought was the correct measurement after putting my measurements in on line--a couple of sizes larger than I thought and than I was wearing.

Well, The Ladies were lovin' the bra I tried on since they had room to breathe, but no real support, I'll be quite honest. So I had the salesgirl go get me a bra in the size I was currently wearing.

Too big again.

I've gone down a cup size. My sister had a lot of fun strapping me into that torture chamber (only a man would have invented a long line strapless bra), but The Ladies are slowly deflating...

I cursed her out for making me go on a diet--she suggested that if I was that stressed out about a dress, I could diet for 6 weeks up to her wedding and then go back to doing what I wanted afterwards... She said it was all my fault I joined Weight Watchers and it was actually working.

Then we started snickering, but I could scarcely breathe so we had to stop.

I'm going to look hot in that dress, which came on Friday and which I L-O-V-E love. And I'll love not wearing it when it gets too big :-)