This is a guest post by the fabulous Annie at A Stone’s Throw From Insanity.
This morning the temperature dipped into the upper 30′s, so when I went to wake up my sleeping bear, Ellerie, she decided to be very two, and bury herself under the comforters. I snuggled my way in after her, and as I hugged her tightly to my chest, she posed the following question.
“Mom? Where are your boobies?”
I didn’t really understand what she was asking me, so I rephrased her question, “What do you mean where are my boobies?” I hugged her a little tighter to me so that she could feel my chest.
Then, I heard her giggle. “Oh! There they are!”
Her exclamation and laugh made me laugh too . . . until she dropped the bomb.
“They are right down here. They just fell down.”
So, there you have it.
My boobs fell down.
They have fallen.
And, they can not get back up . . . without surgical help, that is. First, Ab called them dangly, and now El says they have fallen down. It is just too much for a Monday morning. And, it is just one more reason why I would like to invest in my plastic surgery fund instead of the kids’ college fund.
A girl (and her fallen boobs) has to have her priorities, after all.
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Ms. Wasteland: Is this gal your twin, or what? Haven’t read something so highLARious since Charlie Sheen bombed in Detroit! Your latest comments are “off,” so I’m putting in my two cents’ worth here. Vis-a-vis your “conference in the middle of nowhere”: Sorta like a faculty meeting in the world of the “educator.” That’s what blogging’s for, galfriend!
Well, the good news is, I’m sure there are surgeons out there who would pick them back up for a nominal fee…you might end up in People magazine afterwards as one of those celebs whose surgery has gone wrong, but hey, that’s the price you have to pay for fame…and perky boobs.
Hilarious! I resemble that.
haha…i tell you i can relate to certain points in here.
now i’ll have to try the boob tuck next time.
b xx
i’m on a blog break but i wanted to pop over to your blog and say hi.
awesome! they fell down. i love it.
Laughed till I snorted which is not overly appealing with The Droop which I just learned also occurs with the upper lip! This might be a good time to book a spaceship to fly me to a gravity free zone!
Better the kids, than the husband!
I give them the same explanation as I do when they ask why my tummy is wrinkly. YOU did this to me! ;P
oh god. I guess that’s one of those moments where you’ve got to choose to laugh or you’ll cry. don’t kids just say ‘the darn’dest things”
A couple of weeks ago in a moment of mommy pride I picked up my little guy and was looking into his cute face when he said, “you have pimples.” jesus, you go without foundation one day!
Entertaining post! Ain’t aging grand???
Ummmmm . . . not exactly?!?