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.