That feeling when you’re at a meeting and your bra wire stabs you in the side of your boob?
I’m just looking for an “amen” here.

Because you're in the public eye, and God knows you need to look good.
That feeling when you’re at a meeting and your bra wire stabs you in the side of your boob?
I’m just looking for an “amen” here.
Comments are closed.
Amen.
Which reminds me of a sign at the security metal detector check at a courthouse “Tell the guard about your underwire bra”. I was so sorry not to have one to discuss….. In the real world it was probably because the wires alerted the metal detector, but I envisioned something more fashion-y.
ceci
Owie and Amen.
Is that anything like that feeling when you decide it is high time to give your sweet, shy, rythmically challenged congregation lessons in clapping on two and four; out from behind the pulpit in full view of the congregation, step-clap, step-clap, “follow me…glory glory…” only to realize that those long fought few pounds lost were just enough and your slacks are slipping southward?!. Thank GOD I was robed😅!