I had to go Bra Shopping.. Me. Shop. I know.
I am NOT a shopper. And Bra's? Lets not go there.
Do you know this song?
"Do your boobs hang low, do they wobble too and fro, can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow? Caaaaan yoooou, (put some gusto in here) TOSS them over your shoulder like a regimental soldier, Do your booooobs haaaaang loooooow?"
This is where we are going with this.
I stomp into Marks & Spencers to be 'fitted'. Knowing I am going to hate this lady in about, oh .. erm... 15 minutes.
The Never-Ending measuring tape is whipped out of her pocket.... I feel hatred rising in the pit of my stomach.... 34, 36, 38... wooaaaahhh!! Back up here lady.. let's go back to the 36 part honey!
B, C, D... DD............ I am mortified. I stomp louder.
Surely this cannot be? Surely her fancy measuring tape is wrong. How How How can this be?
3 kids. That's how.
I sh*t you not, I actually purchased something very similar to this.
My life. Is. Over.
And FYI, the measuring tape lady is still alive. Just.