10.03.2010



About a bra

Posted by Adrenalynn on January 7, 2010

Look, my poll is up! Please state your lingual preferences on the right, thank you. (I’ll keep writing in English until you tell me otherwise, because this is so easy I have no idea why it took me so long to do it.)

Yesterday was my dear husband’s birthday, and because he was dumb enough to buy the kinda expensive thing he wanted himself on the day before, I decided he didn’t deserve a gift this year. So I talked him into taking me to a movie instead, which in my opinion was the best solution overall. Especially because the movie turned out to be totally awesome. I’m so glad I – *cough* we chose  Sherlock Holmes instead of Avatar for the one movie we’re going to see this year. It. Was. Fantastic. I even thought  Holmes and Watson flirting like teenagers was cute and funny, that’s how much I loved this movie.

In other news, temperatures in the Rainy City are record low right now, which means friggin’ cold. And snow, lots of it. Which means that I’m not only freezing my behind off, I’m not getting anywhere because people in this town don’t know how to behave around snow. Whenever white stuff falls from the sky everybody drives so slowly you could walk next to them and get to work sooner.

We like to drive downtown on Sunday mornings because it’s quiet, the kids get a chance to run around without bumping into people, and because I can drink coffee while they’re doing it. Last Sunday we encountered a bit of a puzzle, though. I really wonder how this item of clothing got there – and more importantly, where the rest of the outfit is:

I’m a little annoyed that I didn’t think to stop and check if it was my cup size. You can never get enough bras, as I always say.


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