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I went bra shopping.
It was so depressing. I found a couple of okay-ish things. I bought them because I need some new bras.
But I also bought some Chubby Hubby ice cream.
Thanks to Target, I was able to bras and food for emotional eating all in one place.

I need to make the various rounds again to see what is available bra-wise. I know what I like and frankly those t-shirt bras just don't cut it. I need the kind of engineering normally reserved for bridges and skyscrapers. Plus I don't like paying an arm and a leg for something that last two months despite my careful hand-washing of said undergarments. I also don't like the fact that a number of the offerings for my size are down-right ugly. I might have boobs but I am also not a 67 year old woman named Madge.

Moan moan moan.

Things aren't all bad.
I should know better than to try on clothes, without having had a cocktail first.
Wouldn't that be a good idea? A sidecar and then skirts. I think we need clothing shops with a full bar.

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Forget politics, the presidential election or Free Tibet. Women's undergarments brings out serious opinions and comments.
Thanks for all the suggestions of places to look. Now to find time when I am sans Senor Onion so I can go and stand in a dressing room and go, "when did I get so blobby?"
Note to self: bring flask to dressing room.

I made more saffron bread today. Even better this time. Delicious stuff. This weekend I think I need to bake a pie.