Gravity, the fact of life. It makes things droop. I know this. Children are honest. Another fact of life. Put the two together and you have some pretty interesting things that happen in life... I will start with a story about my mother, because that is a little less embarrassing for me.
My mom used to baby sit for a little girl. I believe her name was Amber. The first day my mom was to watch her she told my mom "My name is Amber, I am four, and I am STINGY." So needless to say, she was a bit of a handful.
On this day she was over quite early in the morning and my mom needed a shower. So, my mom took her in the bathroom and got into the tub shower curtain closed to take a shower. She had told Amber not to open the curtain, because she was showering and she was naked. At one point, for whatever reason she told me Amber PULLED the curtain open, looked at my mom stark naked and said "Michelle! you have SKINNY Boobs!" From this day forward, well probably until today, I have teased my mom about her "skinny boobs". Gravity. Heh.
So this evening, after a day of work, the gym, cooking, cleaning and then baking cookies for my littlest one's teacher (and ourselves) I removed my bra. I had my shirt, my sweat pants and some underpants on. That is it. Nothing more. I am at home, I have finished my day, I deserve to be comfortable.
I have read story to my little ones and I am putting the cookies up, when Promise comes behind me for a hug goodnight. Her arms, around my midsection, touch boobs. "Your not wearing a bra!" She says. Uh no. No I am not. "I touched your boobs!" Well, why are you touching my boobs you perv? "Well they are all the way down there, like, by your WAIST. They are NOT down there when your wearing a bra!! WHY are they so far down there??"
Why are they so far down there? Um. Four children. 50-80 pounds weight gain. GALLONS upon GALLONS of milk, and gravity. That is why. *SIGH*
I am telling my dear, dear husband my sad story of my child and my breasts, and he explains "I like em down there." so I guess, as long as he likes it, its all good right... Oh sweet gravity. Without you they would probably be smacking me in my face I suppose.
I have blogged about many things. Personal things. I never thought I would blog about my "saggy boobs". I guess, I can no longer make fun of my poor, dear mothers "skinny boobs". That's what I get I guess.
Just wait Promise.... Yours is coming. **Evil laugh**
My mom used to baby sit for a little girl. I believe her name was Amber. The first day my mom was to watch her she told my mom "My name is Amber, I am four, and I am STINGY." So needless to say, she was a bit of a handful.
On this day she was over quite early in the morning and my mom needed a shower. So, my mom took her in the bathroom and got into the tub shower curtain closed to take a shower. She had told Amber not to open the curtain, because she was showering and she was naked. At one point, for whatever reason she told me Amber PULLED the curtain open, looked at my mom stark naked and said "Michelle! you have SKINNY Boobs!" From this day forward, well probably until today, I have teased my mom about her "skinny boobs". Gravity. Heh.
So this evening, after a day of work, the gym, cooking, cleaning and then baking cookies for my littlest one's teacher (and ourselves) I removed my bra. I had my shirt, my sweat pants and some underpants on. That is it. Nothing more. I am at home, I have finished my day, I deserve to be comfortable.
I have read story to my little ones and I am putting the cookies up, when Promise comes behind me for a hug goodnight. Her arms, around my midsection, touch boobs. "Your not wearing a bra!" She says. Uh no. No I am not. "I touched your boobs!" Well, why are you touching my boobs you perv? "Well they are all the way down there, like, by your WAIST. They are NOT down there when your wearing a bra!! WHY are they so far down there??"
Why are they so far down there? Um. Four children. 50-80 pounds weight gain. GALLONS upon GALLONS of milk, and gravity. That is why. *SIGH*
I am telling my dear, dear husband my sad story of my child and my breasts, and he explains "I like em down there." so I guess, as long as he likes it, its all good right... Oh sweet gravity. Without you they would probably be smacking me in my face I suppose.
I have blogged about many things. Personal things. I never thought I would blog about my "saggy boobs". I guess, I can no longer make fun of my poor, dear mothers "skinny boobs". That's what I get I guess.
Just wait Promise.... Yours is coming. **Evil laugh**
OMG that just made my night!!! that is hilarious!!!! sorry but it was. funny part is too that my wife and I were having that discussion with this being the 4th kid.
ReplyDeleteah, goodie. Just the person I was hoping would read my blog about my breasts :OP~~
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