But alas i just removed the wire from my last decent bra so it was time to begin the quest for some new bras.  My journey started out like most do.  At Wal-Mart.  I enter the store with dh and ds.  We head to the men's section to get dh some new socks and underware.  That was a 30 second deal.  He found his sizes and threw them in the cart saying, "I'm good."  Across the isleway we head to the Lingerie department.   I've never understood why the men's unmentionables are right next to the bsiness suits and the women get their own department with a title you can't help but blush at.  

But I digress.  I find the display with the underware and look for my preferred cut and size.  They wanted $6.50 for 3 pairs of underware in my preferred cut!  Heck no!  I move on to my second choice and find 7 pair for $4.50. Woo hoo. I get 2 packs and head for some socks.  That was simple.  I find my size and cut in a 10 pack for $5.  Again I throw 2 in the cart.  

I direct my cart, stroller and husband to the bras.  He immediately goes into virgin boy mode and finds the biggest bra he can and says, "Hey baby!  How about this one?"  He giggles and so does my 8 month old son.  I ignore him and begin my  search.  I set off first looking for a bra where the wires wont dig in to my breasts and leave cuts.  Oh yes, it has happened before.  So Im feeling up thebras and dh is giggling like a little boy.  I think having a penis makes you incapable of acting like an adult when you are under a sign that says "Lingerie."  Anyway, I finally find one that feels like it has sufficient padding and the end of the wire to prevent discomfort.  I find 3 in m size and proceed with the rest of the shopping.  

We get home and my phone immediately starts to ring.  I swear people have radar on me.  I talk on the phone and completely forget to try on my bras.  I realize this the following day as Im getting ready for work.  I brush it off and put on the bra.  I nearly have a heart attack.  I start flipping.  Dh is in the living room with ds and he calls, "What's wrong?"

"I'm carrying torpedos!!"

"What?!"

I walked into the living room and he's told me he didnt understand what was wrong.  I turned to the side and he nearly burst his sides laughing.  I had breasts reminiscent of the 50'sand 60's women.  They were so pointed i could have popped any balloons in my path.  At this point I have to leave for work in 20 minutes.  My brain went in to idea mode.  I went and grabbed on of my tank tops that has a built in "bra."  For those who don't know what Im talking about, they basically have an elastic sling in the top.  They aren't built for support but if you are one of those who can go braless at least everyone wont know if you get cold.  Anyway, I put it on and put my shirt over top and my apron on top of that, and then did my best to flatten the points.  I went to dh and asked if it was better and he assured me it was.  

I've now decided to wash my bra in hot water with lots of softener to try to soften the points before i take the other two back and begin the process again.  Wish me luck.  And if anyone has any sggestions to keep me out of the lingerie section please let me know.

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Paros
Sep. 19, 2009 at 11:43 PM

laughingI sure had a good laugh. I like your post. I have to get some bra too. Still have my old bras there are getting more and more annoying as you I hate bra shopping. I really have to push my self to go and do that.

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bridg...
Sep. 20, 2009 at 1:14 AM Bless ur heart! I was blessed w/little-to-no boobs! Haha...I used to hate that I wasn't a size DD, now I'm SO thankful that my lil ol boobs are just enough! I hate bra shopping too! Maybe u should start a group on here! Ur hilarious @ the very least & I thought u presented the situation w/class. Good luck getting the torpedos in check!

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