I've overheard this particular sentiment like five times this week (usually from men) so I feel the need to complain about it: being bothered by women's bra straps showing.
I was unaware that this is offensive.
Why are you afraid of my bra strap? It's just a bra. Do you not like knowing that I have boobs? They're kind of hard to miss, which is why I need the bra.
It's been consistently 90 degrees F and above the last 2 months. NINETY F**KING DEGREES.
But apparently my bra straps are not allowed to be seen. So I guess I'll have to wear something that is not a tank top to cover them. So I can sweat to death and get even worse swamp boob than I already have.
Someone please tell me I'm not the only one that thinks that is totally frigging stupid.
I don't really have anything else to talk about. Guess I just figured I'd do one last post before I disappear for a while, lest anyone feel concerned about said disappearing....
In a recent cleanout of some stuffs in the garage, I found Zoot!
He lives in the car now, along with Wimpy and Spooky.
|Spooky has been my co-pilot since I first learned to drive.|
Yes, my friends, I am in fact an adult.
Such an adult that I shall be turning 31 this coming Monday. To celebrate our birthdays (C's was last week), she and I are heading to Kentucky next Tuesday, for a week of barn dances and overeating.
This weekend, Dad and Stepmom are taking the RV out for one last camping adventure before the nice weather goes away. I was not originally going to go with them, but then Lil Bro#1 called me and was like yeah they were kind of planning this to be a birthday thing so you should probably come with us. I must stock up on beer.