Bras Suck
I bought some not long ago, thinking they'd be good and last a good long while. They measured my cup right, not the inches bit, so I had to go back in and have them all exchanged. Got home, all happy, and realized they'd given me a size down in cup, so now all the bras are sneaking back up and making me REALLY uncomfortable. And of course, past the exchange time. Figures.
(As I'm typing this, I see one laying to the side of the computer. I must have had a manic moment not long ago, but I can't tell you when - as I haven't missed that damn thing.)
I have resorted to the cami's with the built in shelf-bra.
Much, much better. And better for summer, anyway, or at least that's what I'm telling myself. I ordered a whole bunch in different colors, and they arrived yesterday.
Conversation with my Husband last night, as I'm getting into bed:
HDH: What's with all the new bras? I've never met anyone in my life who has more bras. Didn't you just buy some?
HDW: They aren't bras, dummy. Did you even look inside the box?
HDH: Well, no. But I saw straps. I saw a lot of straps.
HDW: They're kind of like tank tops. They aren't bras, you freak.
HDH: Oh. That's better. Because I hadn't met anyone with such high-maitenance tits before.
But ladies ... you KNOW that shit has to be comfortable. A good bra feels like, well, nothing. You forget you have it on, right? These were sneaking up and trying to take my nipples hostage. Not gonna happen.
So ... ladies ... give me suggestions on your favorite bras. I'm all ... ears? boobs? something.
