My New Friend.

I have finally accepted that my old bras are never going to fit me properly again. So … I went and got myself an industrial-strength brassiere that makes me feel kind of like Wonder Woman when I wear it. A bullet probably couldn’t penetrate this thing. 

If ever I find myself in a bad situation, I could use it as a weapon, then fashion it into an article of clothing for a small child, and then trap an animal with it. 

Meet my new friend.

Hello, there.
Watching the morning news …
Checking Facebook …
Cooking breakfast …
Helping Husband pick out a tie for work …

Not only is she supportive, but she also comes in black. You’ll meet that friend later.

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