Monday, January 28, 2008

For girls eyes only!

I've erased and written and erased again. What I had planned to write would most likely banish me from my family for a very long time. Lets just say I took an eleven year old girl (who may or may not live in this home) to buy a tiny piece of fabric with a stretchy band that goes across her upper chest area. It was time.

That is much different than the contraption that holds another person (who may or may not live here) that has birthed and nursed four children, in a somewhat upward position. It reminds me of a song that goes to the tune "Do Your Ears Hang Low?"but involves an entirely different (but appropriate) body part. It's like serving time.

5 comments:

Jan said...

Been there done this. It wasn't fun but it is always one for the remember when...

debsters said...

I love this! I also love the way you wrote your entry today: not wanting to embarrass the person in question.

terramisu said...

Well- I don't know anything in this deptartment yet, I still don't really need to wear one (But do)- since I have the makings of a 12- year old boy! You are hilarious!I can't believe that she is 12 already!

dandee said...

Oh I am so, so happy you have a blog! I have missed you and our visits! Now, I can keep up on your fun life through your blog. Our family misses your family so much! Seriously, the Moons are mentioned at least once a week in this house. You were always so lovely to us.

the Rew Crew said...

Hilarious. Seriously hilarious.

What amazes me is that even though I am flat as a surf board-since nursing a baby I have to wear not one, but TWO sports bras in order to keep the girls in place.

Yes, my flapjacks require serious support or the pain would do me in.

By the way, I was trying to figure out if TMoon stood for Tom, or Terry, but after this post I think I've got it all figured out.