My Poor, Poor Credit Card...

by - Tuesday, September 01, 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.

Grrr...

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.

Seriously.

I shit you not.

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

Seriously.

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

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