My Poor, Poor Credit Card...

Posted by on Tuesday, September 1, 2009

So... the bonus of new boobs (or old boobs revisited) is that you get to buy new clothes.

The downside is that because I appreciate my squeaky clean criminal record, I must pay for the new clothes.


I dropped my mom off at the airport this morning (she was awesome... she came and took care of me and made me dinner and wouldn't let me buy anything for a week) and decided that since I was so close to the new mall I boycotted only last week on Twitter, that I had best make an appearance.

You see... while my old clothes aren't too big (hey - they just took away some boob, not my shoulders or ribs!)... I can fit into stuff that I wouldn't have been able to before.

So today I bought two sweaters, three shirts, a new pair of jeans, a new pair of shoes and a new watch. Oh... and a wallet.

Yeah - I know that I can't wear jeans, shoes, a watch or a wallet on my boobs... so sue me...

Just for shits and giggles I tried on a bra... I know not to buy one yet because I am still swollen and covered in tape... but I just couldn't pass La Senza without popping my head in.

And I fit into a 38D.

A La Senza 38D.


I shit you not.

And then I did a happy dance in the change room.


And my boob didn't hit me in the face.

One Comment

  1. The guy I was dating when I got mine done used to go around telling his friends 'it's like dating a 30-year-old with 19-year-old tits!'