Booooooobs

Nothing like a Monday morning to really get the grrrls perky. And when I say the grrrls, I mean THE GRRRLS and the grrls.

I'm off to the Boobologist, not only a nicety because I am a nearly-divorced lady who could always use a little extra oomph!, but also because I'm (ahem) hanging out with two of my favorite blogger women friends.

Feel free to use the comments to guess who and to weigh in on whether it is better to wear your best bra when you visit someone who refers to herself as the Boobologist, or your most pathetic, especially if the point (oh God) is to come out of their looking rackalicious. Any thoughts?

Ta-ta for now!

Comments

[Karen]

Oh awesome. I remember being pleasantly surprised to find I'm like a 30C instead of a 34A-B. Something about gathering-in and squishing-together.

And go raggy and pathetic, because anybody who calls themselves the Boobologist is going to make fun of whatever you've got on anyway.

[Social Network Web Design]

Be satisfied with what you have. ;P

[gj]

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