Sweet Moses in a basket, it's Autumn! Do you know what that means for me? Do ya!!!
You guessed it!
No more sweating!!
Now I can layer up, break out the red lipstick, wear my hair down and zip my boots up.
I am so friggin' excited about the cooler weather that now I'm looking for an excuse to leave the house just so I can dress up and feel the air.
Wrist Cuff: Just a Dollar
Belly dance costume necklace: wholesale novelty website (has matching coin belt)
One dollar bling ring!
Look, ma! No sweat!
Oh yeah, and I've got some strange news for ya.
Well remember the post I did about the ugly truth behind having big boobies? And then I posed in a photo the reads "My name is Hollie and I wear a 38I bra"?
Well... not any more...
Now we're looking at at 36M folks.
"N" is the end of the road and that's really the size I need since I have one booby larger than the other.
Let me repeat what I just said so you can get the full effect of my problem here:
BRAS DON'T GET BIGGER THAN AN "N"
I'm not breast feeding, I'm not gaining weight... they're just... growing.
My feet too! I've gone up a whole shoe size in a year!
What is this? Second puberty?
Well, I'm applying for Medicaid with hopes that they can help assist me or even pay for a much needed breast reduction surgery. My hatred of my massive chest is no longer an issue of vanity...
I'm just worried about where on earth I'm going to get a 36Z bra in the near future.
Or... I could stop worrying and just do this for the rest of my life? Hm? Whaddya think?? I think I'll be good at it. I'm think I'm definitely qualified for this position of tea... holder....