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...or Caitlin for reminding me that I'm a terrible, neglectful blogger.
When shopping for a wedding gown, be aware of your underwear choices. Like me... I chose my very best "never goes in the dryer" bra. Rest assured that it was exquisite but no details for you since sometimes my brother reads this. Shame on you.
Of all the women who saw me standing around in a full body blush that day, not a one saw my bra.
My Superman underoos, on the other hand, were seen by all. At least they were clean and provided quite the ice breaker as I stood in dressing room corners, arms strategically crossed. "My bra is really pretty though," I told them, "I promise. Wanna see?"
In other news: I have an intense desire to dip things in my coffee... not necessarily edible items either. It's seriously a conscious effort for me to keep the koosh ball away from the mug.
And I hate my job. But that's not news, is it?
posted at 10:37 AM
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