38DD

I don't quite know how to react to the 38DD. Let me backtrack..... I went shopping for a piece of apparel that only women would really require. Hence the 38DD. Yes, I'm sure men are not to disappointed at such dimensions, but speaking from a woman's perspective I'm not overly thrilled. Thanks Mei, for stating (even before knowing the actual figures) that I'm "full-figured". It is extremely disconcerting to realize I'm quite the size I am. I am in the phase of my life where I'd really like to lose some weight. I've come to realize that no matter how much weight I actually lose I'll always be in a large or extra large size, due to the bust line. It starts at the top and drops down. I can try to squeeze into something smaller after I've lost a few pounds (which I have actually done), yet the buttons up top are screaming bloody murder. It's very disappointing to lost 5+ pounds and not a thing has changed in the upper area. A friend of mine is contemplating breast enhancement. I am looking for the reduction. Unfortunately, she is not willing to meet me half way....lol. Men think larger is better, but speaking from the woman's perspective it's not all that great. Hmmm, think I've figured out where the back ache is coming from. And my mother, a 34B, is extremely confused. Of course, my husband is taking full credit...all I want is to be a size Medium. Here's hoping that someday my dream will come true..... it's only one of many, but at least one would work for now..........

Rats

Tonight is the first night back into the bedrooom, and needless to say I'm pretty jumpy. A couple nights ago not only did I hear them I also saw them, rats partying in my bedroom. Now, I know they are supposed to be sacred in India, but well, the fact is, I'm not in India, and I'm not so pleased to be sharing my space with them. I moved in with my son who is 10. He was not overly thrilled but adjusted for the two nights. Now, let's imagine a queen mattress, holding a 10 year old, a 2 1/2 year old, one adult and the dog. That's right 1 +1+1+1= no sleep. The last time I had any kind of interaction with a rat was when I was 19 years old and working for a grocery store. I needed to bale some bread (and before Mei writes in to say how much the refugees could have used the food, let me acknowledge right now that I totally agree with her). (Grocery stores just dump expiring food into the dumpster). I threw back the cover and some very large rodents jumped out. Now, let's reflect, I'm 19 and really, really blonde. I was told that my screams brought people running from the other side of the store. All I know is that the janitor came running and told me later that the problem was taken care of. Where is my janitor now that I need him. I am ahem, a few years older, and hopefully infinitely wiser, but I still have to admit, that sharing such a confined space with the rodent population is not something I am really into doing right now. I'm hoping that they are not coming to avenge their family. I've heard that payback is a bitch, but really, do you all have that long a memory.....Here's to cats and traps. I'm hoping they do their job....in a big way.