Bras are not fun. I used to measure customers for them. Nothing worse than someone who complains about a crappy bra, gets measured and is completely offended by the size I "made up". The math is simple. The tape measure doesn't lie. I don't miss retail.
So, I'm sitting here, trying to be all quiet and stuff. And then I see this. Ah. Ma. Gads. So then I start slapping my husbands arm. And he looks at me like I'm crazy. And then he sees it. And we're both trying so hard to be quiet. P.S. Sorry it cusses.