I'm off to the MOA to find a birthday gift or two for a couple of gals, and then I'm doing some much needed brassiere shopping.
The girls need a few new slings, it seems.
No boys, it's not nearly as sexy as it sounds, trust me.
Well...unless you count how, when there are a few of us in the fitting room together we will tenderly and gently "help" one another get the bras on just right. Or, how sometimes we get so excited when one fits really well that we will hug each other and "accidentally" kiss.
In our underwear.
See? Not exciting at all.
Happy Friday my little leopard-clad mosquito bites. XO WM