Most mornings, I run the Girl to her swim team practice. It’s in the next town over, about 10 miles away. The kicker is that I am doing this at 6AM. In order to maximize our rest, I tend to sleep until the last possible moment and then just thrown on whatever clean clothing is close to hand. This often includes a lounging/sleeping bra.1
So. Girl dropped off and I am returning home via the back roads. Which are paved in name only, really. There was …jouncing.
At the height of one of the bounces, THIS song came on the radio.
You guys know that I started to serenade my boobs along with the radio, right? 2
1 – I’m willing to be that anyone out there with anything larger than a C-cup will know exactly what I am talking about. But, for those of you that don’t – basically, one that kind of/sort of offers support. You’d wear it around the house for minimal “don’t jiggle as I type” sort of support.
2 – I know there is something wrong with me. But, at least I amuse the fuck out of myself most days. J