Those women who put stuff in their bras? I'm not one of them. It's a club I have never been able to join. When I put something into my bra it's usually followed immediately by this sound:
Well, today I found something I could put into my bra and IT DIDN'T FALL OUT!
My cell phone.
If you find yourself, as I did today, dressed in a swimming suit and a tank top and sweat shorts -- yes, I have taken a page from the Britney Spears fashion playbook, apparently -- then there isn't a pocket for your phone. I realize this is a problem that every single one of you solved years ago, but frankly? I'm wayyyy behind the cell phone curve. I pretty much don't care if I get any phone call ever.
Except today. We threw Sparky a belated birthday party, and since it was held away from our house, I needed to be accessible to the parents by phone.
Hence the accidental bra solution. What a revelation! Here I was, a grown woman, discovering that I, too, could stick stuff into my shirt AND IT WOULD STAY THERE! I even received a call and answered it successfully, using BoobPhone. Life was good.
Until I forgot and decided to go swimming.
Yeah. Phone is now optimistically parked in a Zip-Loc bag of rice. So I probably won't be answering any of your texts for a few days, folks. Sorry.