The Day My Boobs Fell Down
I would post a picture, a before and after shot — but my mother reads this blog and I really don’t like the idea of scaring (or scarring) any small children (or husbands) that may happen to look over your shoulder. (And no, Mom, I don’t really have a “before” shot.)
But yes, today is the day my boobs fell down. Last Friday I found a single grey hair in my eyebrows. It wasn’t that long ago that I discovered that I was growing a beard (I am seriously considering making the “Bearded Ladies of the Quilt Guild” quilt). Why is this happening all at once? This is NOT fair! I’m just saying.
AND what the heck is with the saying “I’m just saying”??? I’m so tired of saying that I’m just saying. Why am I saying it? Where did it come from?
To heck with it all, I’m shopping for new t-shirts with funny sayings to cover my fallen boobs. Wanna see?
Oh yeah, I’m singing “Ice, Ice, Baby…dum dum dum dum du-dah dum dum.” (And oh yeah, I have the ringtone, baby!)
And last, but certainly NOT least, for those of us that love Ninjas AND our crafting hobbies: