May 14, 2011 Jordana
My bedroom has one wall that is entirely mirrors. This leads me to frequent reflections (har!) on the effects certain activities of recent years have had on my body, which in turn leads me to question the Husbandlet as to whether it would be gratuitously vain to get a b*oob job.
Fortunately for me, the Husbandlet knows better than to answer this question.
Also fortunately for me, the Husbandlet grew up in Africa, where utility is the name of the game, in re: the b*oobies.
Me: “I mean, don’t you think these things are horribly saggy?”
The Husbandlet: “I don’t call that saggy. You’re not saggy until you can use one side to breastfeed the child on your back …”
Me: “While simultaneously using the other one to comfort …”
The Husbandlet: “The child walking by your side, yes.”
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