CyBoob

I'm back. You can't keep a good woman down! Well, you can with the right bra (or so I thought). I decided to buy a Sports Bra today. In fact, I bought a 3-pack. I wanted something to lift breasts the size of small melons, and I also wanted to squish them into my back bones.

Anyway, when I got home, I put on a new Sports Bra. Well, let me just say...comfort. No tight shoulder straps, no one-inch elastic rut under and all around. And, no buckles. It felt good, and it looked pretty good. So, I started laundry.

Later when I went to the bathroom...I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe it, right there in the middle of my chest was one large breast. I yelled at my roomie and said, "Hey, look at this, I have one boob." She looked around, saw my chest, and proceeded to roll on the floor with laughter. So, I called myself "Cyboob." Then we were both on the floor laughing.

Then, while I am trying to write this entry, my roomie says listen, and she starts repeating, "It's goooooood." Her best imitation of Jim Carrey in "Bruce Almighty." She is cracking herself up and says, "That sounds really weird in my head when I say that." (Guys, I'm starting to get scared, she ain't acting right.)

Seriously, I am back and while my format may change a little, my spirit is intact.

Sisters