In The Halls of Random

For my birthday I had myself measured for a bra.  It is always best to see if you've grown or shrank or whatever.  For many years, I felt that I was a C cup size.  Somewhere along the way I graduated to a D cup...except when it's a molded cup.  Then I'm either a B or a C, but not a D, and certainly not a DD.  Don't get me started about the demis, the balconettes, the plunges.  How does that even work?  Is there some arcane aspect of physics involved in breast size?  Could this science be why men are so interested in mammaries? All this has made me realize that finding a correctly fitting bra requires some sort of college degree.  A doctorate.  A dissertation on why there are no CC bras would be a good start.

We have a little pool in the back yard, for Zane to splash around.  Except that we can't let it sit in one spot for too long, since it will kill the grass.  Also, standing water attracts mosquitoes, who lay their eggs in it.  Then there are the various accidental drownings which occur due to insects not realizing that the water is deep; bugs don't get swimming lessons, or learn to just float on their backs.  I tried to let some of the water out of the pool, and that was when I found out exactly how many cockroaches are in my backyard. Have I mentioned my morbid fear of cockroaches?  Here I am, barefoot, while these prehistoric monsters crawl toward me.  I did the only thing that I could, of course.  I leapt straight into the air and landed on the patio, a good two feet of distance.  Fear is a good motivator on occasion. 

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I am supposed to have a Girls' Night Out to see the movie Magic Mike.  Not that I am all that into the whole stripper thing.  When I worked as a bartender at a club, they would have strippers come in on Fridays for the ladies.  Those guys were prissier than me, especially about their hair.   That sort of prissiness does not inspire lustful feelings, but it is interesting to observe the crowd behaviors.  I am joining my friends at this movie to show solidarity.   I am hopeful that there is a storyline to follow. 

I just finished World War Z.  It was interesting, if a bit disjointed.  That disjointedness may have come from my end.  Every time I started actually focusing on the book I was interrupted by a boy, or his dad.  That sort of thing is happening more and more often, so my reading time is becoming limited. I am hopeful that once Zane learns to read, we can have regularly scheduled reading time for both of us. 

My niece is about to embark on the gargantuan task of reading Stephen King.  It is certainly not for the faint of heart.  I started her off with Night Shift, small bites.  Although King's short stories scared me more than most of his novels.  I gave my niece The Shining also, so she can check into the Overlook hotel.  Then I tell her that the Overlook is a real place called the Stanley, and see if she wants to go there. Ghostbusters has nothing on my family!

So I am heading over to Stacy's place to drink her wine--looking forward to the sangria!





And I am also going to be visiting the lovelies over at Talk to Us Tuesdays