In Memorium to Big Breastesses Ah shit, I think I'm getting sick. There is that feeling in my throat that tells me there is germ warfare happening, and I have no energy or appetite. My kids have just left to go outside, and so I really had better get out there before they get kidnapped. Besides, I think I hear Andreas grumbling about something. And I need to take out the trash, including the stinky broccoli. There is no vegetable that smells worse when rotten than broccoli. Nasty. Isn't this entry exciting? I had one planned out, but now I can't remember it. It was replete with personal revelation and everything. Oh well, maybe next time. To show you how sick I really must be, when I took the kids for an ice cream cone today, I had no desire for one for myself. Shocking, but true. Besides, my breasts have shrunk so much that I really had better lose some weight to make everything a bit more proportional. I really did enjoy the C/D cups that pregnancy and breastfeeding endowed me with, but that is history now. Let's all take a moment of silence to mourn for my lost big boobies. Andreas still likes them, though, even though they are little now. They still have good tasty milk! |