Re-post #1 - "Uh-oh"

(posted June 8th, 2008)

First of all, Dad--don't read this post. That goes for all non-females as well. Trust me on this one. You won't want to read it. I promise. Stop. Now. I am serious. Go here instead. Have fun.

Now back to my Girls--have I got a story to tell ya!

So, I was driving Brianna home from school yesterday when I began to adjust my bra strap. Better yet--I just happened to be adjusting my fabulous black bra strap. The one bra that makes me feel more adventurous than any other. I was excited to buy it after I stopped nursing 2 years ago. It was the "I'm done nursing so let's try to get back to normal and sexy" bra. Black and comfy cotton it is!

WELL, as I pulled my shirt away and reached my hand to adjust the strap I noticed a clasp. A clasp that I never noticed before. On each side. I touched the clasp. I un-hooked the clasp. OH MY GOSH. I was wearing a black nursing bra!!

All this time.

You have got to be kidding me.

Figures.