A bad bra day

By all accounts today was a really great day.  A great, wet walk in the morning with a wonderful friend.  Happy breakfast time with Billbers.  An oddly PLEASANT and quick trip to the dentist.  A really nice afternoon and dinner with my bestie and the kids.  A successful baking experiment.  And we ended the night as a family, on the couch, watching the Muppets Christmas Carol.  You can't really beat a day like today.

Unless you are wearing your bad bra.  Oh, yes.  You know the one I mean.  The one you bought, but didn't have time to try on in the store.  Or you did try it on, but afterwards it just didn't feel so great, but you already cut off the tags.  That bra that's at the bottom of the drawer.  The one you wear ONLY when you have messed up your laundry rotations and you have nothing else.  The one that digs under your arm and makes you pull and tug at it all day long.  The one you WISH you weren't wearing.

I had to wear that bra today.  And all day long, as I enjoyed every minute of walking and baking and smiling and hugging the kids and kissing Bill and eating pizza this stupid bra was tugging away at all the wrong places.  Ugh.

But tomorrow, after all the laundry is done, I will hopefully not have to wear this bad bra for a long, long time.

That is all.