After dropping off Audrey at church camp yesterday (saw lots of people), I ran a couple of errands (saw more people), then visited my mom at her work.
Mom: Andrea, what's that?
My thought bubble: (that's never a good sign)
Mom: Honey, your bra tag is hanging out the back.
Mind you, this isn't the small, inner tag that you dig to find in your bra. This is the Victoria's Secret "dog tag"-like thing that sports your size and the outrageous (altho worth it - thanks, B) price you paid for the support.
So, I'm calling it my new nametag. Instead of "Hello, my name is..." I'll be more forthright than many people and just tell them my over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder size.
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