An Interesting Note on the Fabulous Bra

Too bad the Wayward Boy Scout is becoming less wayward, because last night I noticed the most awesomely funny thing that he would have appreciated. I was wearing the fabulous new bra and a button down shirt and I was walking to the bathroom and I looked down--because, really, even I cannot keep my eye off the boob freckle--and I realized I could see my feet. There they were, framed on three sides by the shirt and the tits. Later, in the privacy of my own home, I spent a good five minutes watching my toes wiggle while looking down my shirt. Okay, I probably need to get a hobby or two.