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Flawlessly Braless

Y'all. I will never, ever, ever again complain about having small boobs.*

*I mean, not for at least a month or so.

For years, I've felt like my teeny titties have been a disadvantage. No cleavage in cute tops. Stomach sticking out further than my boobs do. Wearing a sports bra and looking like an adolescent boy. And even though my mother reassured me throughout the years that they would never sag, here they are four children later ... small, floppy flaps of skin with nipples at the bottom. (But really, what should I have expected from a woman who told me the Tooth Fairy was real? Hmmph.)

Yesterday, though - for probably the first time in my life - I was so relieved at their size. Or lack thereof.

Here's the deal: I taught Zumba twice that day. And during my Zumba classes, I sweat like a Sumo wrestler on a treadmill in a sauna. I mean, I am drenched. 

So when I got home from my morning class, my bra was soaked. I own two bras, and one is strapless, so that leaves one bra I …

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