Queen of Rambles

I am very disappointed with my booby fondling today. As you may recall, I signed up for a bra fitting this weekend and today was my appointment. I walked up to the counter and saw the sign up log. I was the only name on it. For the week. That made me feel odd. Then I talked to the lady at the counter, a very old, very gruff, very typical New Yorker. All she needed was a cigarette haning out of her mouth, ashes consuming over half of it, and she’d have stepped right out of some movie. She basically told me I was stupid for signing up and that they will measure you for a bra any time you go in.

I went to the dressing room with butterfies in my stomach. I was nervous about letting this woman see my big, baggy, uneven boobies but excited by the thought of her knowing exactly what I needed to make them look better under my clothes.

She walked in and told me to keep my clothes on. She took about 30 seconds to measure me, told me my bra size and left. I shouted after her, asking her what to buy and telling her I had problems keeping the straps on my shoulder. She didn’t care. She was completely uninterested in the nuances of my breasts.

She did go out and find a couple of bras for me to try on. One was even pretty good. Remember all the missile bras of the 1950s? I now have a perfect missile bra. I like it! I couldn’t find much else at that store so headed over to Lane Bryant and bought a few more in the right size. I’ve been spending money like it’s going out of style. I keep promising myself and Mike that I’m going to put a cap on it, but it seems like there are always things that I simply must have.

Take tonight for instance. We went to Sears and plunked down $800 for an elliptical machine (we don’t get it till next Monday though). I tried at least sixteen different ellipticals today and it was the only acceptable one. Some of them were so shoddy that I thought I was going to bust it by just standing on it. That’s not the feeling you want from a machine. In the end we got a top of the line NordiTrack. It has a little fan, it has adjustable incline and resistance, heart rate monitors and all sorts of other good stuff. Mike says it is my Christmas, birthday and next Christmas present all combined. I say it is my year’s worth of gym fees. He’s such a wonderful man. Sometimes I honestly wonder what on earth he sees in me that makes him want to be with me, much less buy me everything I want.

I have been such a slug today. There is so much I should be doing, but I didn’t even do much of what I wanted to do, much less of what I needed to do. I honestly don’t know what I did. I guess just sit around in my robe while wishing something exciting would happen. Tomorrow I will be better. Tomorrow I will be better. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Today’s block of the day:
BLOCK FOUR. I think I am going to remove the background and cut a new piece with the leaves facing up and down. That would look better, though overall I am extremely pleased with this one.

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