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.
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| Hello, there. |
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| Watching the morning news … |
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| Checking Facebook … |
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| Cooking breakfast … |
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| 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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