Warning: SFW euphamisms (with one exception) and TMI to follow.
Ever since I read this Epbot post, I've had my ladies on the brain. Apparently, so does the rest of the world.
My sticky-outy bits aren't that, well, sticky-outy. They don't generally get in the way. In fact, they have never gotten in the way. But at a loud work event last week, when I leaned forward to shout in a coworker friend's ear, he zigged and I zagged, and the ladies collided with his elbow, spilling his drink down my front. (Good thing I wore black, right?) Without even thinking about it, my friend exclaimed, "Ohgodyourtits!" Which from anyone else would be offensive but from my friend was just funny as hell. Good thing it was too loud for anyone else to overhear...
Later, as I was attempting to find some new, properly-fitting underpinnings, I swung by good-ol' Victoria's Secret. I'd already tried a bunch on at other stores, and had had some near-fits, so I had a pretty good idea of what size I needed, like that the band needed to be either a 30 or a 32. The oh-so-helpful girl in VS sized me up and recommended a 36B. Because apparently VS is trying to get into the hula hoop business, with the way that thing would be flying around on me. And the cup size? Would have been a lot like that "Fat guy in a little coat" bit from Tommy Boy. Not what I want to think of in relation to the girls. I think I'm officially done with that store. I always knew their sizing could be a bit inaccurate, but that's just ridiculous. I had much better luck at TJ Maxx, where I also spent a lot, lot less.
Finally, you may remember that I went to a con this weekend, C2E2 here in Chicago. It was awesome. I wore one of my Doctor Who tees, because it's an advertisement of what interests me and an invitation for other Whovians to come fangirl with me. (David Tennant's hair, anyone?) But of course I forgot I was wearing it, so when an artist in Artist's Alley mentioned he had some Doctor art a few pages farther along in his portfolio, I was surprised.
"How did you know I like Doctor Who?" I asked.
"Your shirt is made of psychic paper," the artist responded. Very clever, right?
The person with me piped in. "I just thought you weren't wearing a shirt!"
(True: My dad reads this blog. Hi, Dad! Sorry, Dad!)