Apparently my brother has the bubonic plague, so I couldn't go visit with my mother today. Here is why that is bad:
I NEED A SCHEDULE THAT I CAN STICK TO EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!!!
Look, it's not my mom's fault. It was actually nice of her to call and tell me not to come, so that I wouldn't get sick (which would severely affect my schedule). But I was so disgruntled that I decided to go and buy some bras, (life goes on, bra, la la how the life goes on) but that was the worst idea I've ever had in my entire life. See, recently, two of my favorite bras broke. This is not new, as periodically bras break, and these were old bras, but I'm very devoted to them. I only wear bras in this particular style. I've never had a problem finding them, and now, I don't even need to try them on. It's a very efficient way to bra shop.
Today, I thought, "Hmmm, maybe I'll try some different bras on. I know, Wacoal are supposed to be the best. If Oprah wears 'em, they've gotta be good enough for me." So I grabbed some of those, and then I went to look for MY bra. None, there were none. That's right, none. Plenty of bras by the same maker, but none of mine. Okay, now I'm REALLY disgrunted. So I went in the fitting room and I tried on 6 bras. None of which fit. In fact, I look ridiculous in them. Clearly, these are bras made for taller women. I can't even imagine why I need THAT MUCH material covering MY ENTIRE CHEST AREA. Cleavage? No way! You know how a bra cup tends to be teardrop shaped? The tips of the teardrops almost went all the way OVER my shoulders. It was baffling and frustrating, made even more so by the absence of my normal bra.
So I left with no bra replacements, determined to come home and find my bra on the internet. There is no joy in Mudville, people. My bra simply DOES NOT exist in my size and the color I need (taupe). At this point, I was scheduled to go out to dinner with S's mom and S, and I couldn't do it. I couldn't face the world knowing that I was up shit creek without a dependable bra. Instead, I made S take me out to eat Chinese food (trying to cheat on my diet but not succeeding) and demanded that we spend two hours watching "I Love the 90's: Part Deux". We'll go out to dinner tomorrow, I'll visit my mom beforehand (provided the aforementioned plague is over), and my schedule will be restored to its rightful order.
I still need to find a bra. At last, my holy grail.
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