I had lunch with the Angry Housewives this day.  Lovely.  We have so much fun together, we’re going to try to meet every couple of weeks for fun time. Natalie called it a fortnight – don’t know if that’s how one would spell it, but there ya go.  And I apparently love run on sentences.  THEN Natalie accompanied me to Victoria’s Secret to look at bras, I need a new one. Here’s a lil boob history for you:

Growing up, no boobs and in one summer BAM 36C.  All my life 36C last year I became a 38C – I said to myself, NO BIGGER its not pretty becauase it just means the rest of me is getting bigger too.  SO I’m at Victoria’s Secret and saying I need a full coverage plain bra and I didn’t know what size.  I didnt’ know if I should try 38C or 40C, I mean all bras fit differently you know.

So this girl measures the girls…………40 D…….. is what she said to me.  WHAT!!?? I exclaimed with full volume, followed by “I’m a D????” and it echoed in the store and either made some boys and girls jealous or just plain annoyed.  Quite simply if I’m a D, it means I’m still fat if not fatTER.  I know people say “but your proportioned” uh……….yah like 4 times larger than I should be though. No deals.  It was a $42 purchase, needless to say….I didn’t get it.  I’ll deal with the bras that I have don’t fit,  and go to Target or something for new ones.  I dont’ care.  I can’t spend $42 on a bra.  Can’t do it.  BUT I was going to use a $25 gift cert my dad’s wife gave me, and they told me it expired.  EXPIRED???!!!! Since when did MONEY have an expiration date.  I had to get going otherwise I would’ve put up a bigger fight, but that store and Victoria’s Secret headquarters will be getting a letter from me.  I KNOW that’s not legal.  Money can’t expire, it’s proposterous (sp?) and ridiculous. 

So that happened. 

I’m taking Body Combat and Yoga this night, then I know Loke wants all to go to skarieokie at Harry’s – Ill probably go even if for a little bit.  I have to be in bed no later than 11:30 as I sport the green apron tomorrow at 7am.

For Kaza,

each time you’d pull down the driveway
i wasn’t sure when i would see you again
yours was a twisted blind sided highway
no matter which road you took then
oh you set up your place in my thoughts
moved in and made my thinking crowded
now we’re out in the back with the barking dogs
my heart the red sun
your heart the moon clouded
i could go crazy on a night like tonight
when summer’s beginning to give up her fight
and every thought’s a possibility
and the voices are heard but nothing is seen
why do you spend this time with me
maybe an equal mystery

so what is love then is it dictated or chosen
(handed down and made by hand)
does it sing like the hymns of 1000 years
or is it just pop emotion
(handed down and made by hand)
and if it ever was there and it left
does it mean it was never true
and to exist it must elude
is that why i think these things of you
i could go crazy on a night like tonight
when summer’s beginning to give up her fight
and every thought’s a possibility
and the voices are heard but nothing is seen
why do you spend this time with me
may be an equal mystery

but you like the taste of danger
it shines like sugar on your lips
and you like to stand in the line of fire
just to show you can shoot straight from you hip
there must be a 1000 things you would die for
i can hardly think of two
but not everything is better spoken aloud
not when i’m talking to you

oh the pirate gets the ship and the girl tonight
breaks a bottle to christen her
basking in the exploits of her thief
she’s a very good listener
maybe that’s all that we need
is to meet in the middle of impossibility
we’re standing at opposite poles
equal partners in a mystery
(handed down and made by hand)

we’re standing at opposite poles
equal partners in a mystery

-Mystery; The Indigo Girls

I just thought it fit. 

I’m gonna go eat now, as always – I’m now hungry.