Recently several friends have inquired as to whether I planned on "having my boobs done." I was confused. At first I thought it was some sort of secret conspiracy regarding the state of my cleavage and was insecure. I wondered if once you reached a certain age, sorority by-laws required all former members to have reconstructive work on their feminine wiles, but I was not aware of this fact because I had skipped those parts of the sorority meetings in college since I was too busy making out with R or M or F .... or G ... or T ... to attend. And then, it was pointed out to me that I indicated in a prior post that I would be "off to buy boobs."
To be clear: I was helping a friend pick out some slip-on enhancements, so to speak, for an oddly-configured bridesmaids dress. Sorry to disappoint (that is a shout out directly, to you, Dear Husband). If I do end up needing surgery in the future, however, I will be sure to see if I can get some sort of package deal on the brain/boob thing. Because all men know the two are correlated. Absent that development, no plans to upgrade what nature intended and has served me well (enough) for 20-some years.
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