jMcJohnson

As of late, I seem to be losing bras. I don’t know if Ryan is accidentally leaving them behind at the laundromat or if they are tired of doing their job and have left to make a better life for themselves, but the fact is, I’m wearing a less-than-supportive bra today.

And a wrap shirt.

Do you see where this is going?

I just caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror, and was horrified. It sort of looks like the girls are dangling near my bellybutton and I’m wearing a rubberband around my waist. The shirt is too big and the tie is too tight, and I have the top secured with a paperclip.

Today, I am a “Don’t.”

I need a supportive bra. Not one of these underwire and spandex things. Spandex, while quite liberating to wear, is not right for my particular cans. They need discipline. They need support. They need something with at least three hooks in the back.

My favorite bra is MIA.

Have I mentioned it was purchased when I was in high school?

Ten years ago?

We have returned from our romantic getaway…it included a two person bicycle and approximately six pounds of cheese. Intrigued?

Now I have three days to do all laundry, clean apartment (not half-assed), find a mattress, work myself stupid to make up for two lost days, and finish at least 20 pages of script revisions.

I’d also like to eat a meal at some point.

Ryan and I are rockin’ in Miami for the next few days. I can’t wait to make-out in a hotel room.