The blouse I'm wearing today is too small. The 3rd button down is so stressed, I feel at any moment it's going to give, and not be a functioning button anymore. I really like the idea of somewhat tight blouses, because it gives off that sort of sexy secretary look, but that 3rd button down endures such hardship because it holds my blouse together at its weakest point... the point that is sometimes called "no mans land"... the point that stretches across my breasts. Here, let me give you a visual:
I can't believe I just posted a picture of my breasts. Anyway, you see what I mean? I feel like saying "Thar she blows!" like it's seriously getting to that point. Even the fabric
around the button is stressed. If shirts could scream, I think mine would be right now.
I just unbuttoned the button and I think I heard a sigh of relief.
6 comments:
Keep those puppies leashed. I know you'd hate to knock me out of my chair.
Geez, if that button were to pop off it could put someones eye out!!!
I say let them be free. let them breath. And by all means you do not want to put someones eye out.
that pic practically demands cartoon sound effects.
(thanks for visiting my happy little blog)
Tough work for those third down buttons. I have some that I can only wear during the lean summer months. If I gain my turkey weight, they must be re-closeted.
"I can't believe I just posted a picture of my breasts"
You didn't.
Must. Try. Harder.
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