I am actually completing a blog from 2010 today. I did a “10 Things I Hate” blog, actually chopped it into two posts and still never got around to #9 and #10.
I think a three year procrastination deserves some sort of award. Or medal, or something. That has to be a record. Oh wait, there’s my crown…
So, without further ado,
#9 – Bra’s
Sorry fellas, even though feel free to chime in with your issues with the over the shoulder boulder holder as well. Why does it take a nuclear physicist to find me the right bra size? For that matter why can’t I find MY correct bra size??? I buy a bra that seems to fit, bring it home. The next day by 10 a.m. I realize there is a metal spike in my back that is determined to carve out, “HELP ME” in tiny scrapes.
My old bra broke that actually did all the things I need my bra to do. (This was not out of constant use and abuse just about every work day for three years. Nope, not the reason.)
I had to use a pretty, lace, scratchy, push up bra. I took it off tonight and BAM, I have craters in my shoulders. Valleys where the straps dug into me like they were pannin for gold. Ugggh, time to go bra shopping.
#10 – Can you believe I got nothin? I have squat.
Wait for it. Writers block! That’s it. No, I am not just trying to fill space, I swear it just came to me as I was typing it out. I have also noticed recently that I can’t remember things as well as I used to. Not, in a severe, lets jaunt over to the Neurologist forgetting, but that old adage about walking into a room and forgetting why. That has been me lately. Writer’s Block and the attention span of a gnat. Two for the price of one.
Sounds to me like an excuse for a vacation. Clear the mind. Then we can all laugh along here when all the goo falls out on future posts.
Woman on Pause