Ok, so do you remember being in middle school, and during gym class you had to run laps, and one day you were running and on every step, so help you god, you tooted a little toot of a fart and you couldn't stop it, no matter how hard you clenched? Remember the horror, the desperate hope that no one heard you?
Do you know the game Dance Dance Revolution? (If you do, maybe you think you know where this is going, but you're wrong.) It's a video game where you dance on a control pad on the floor in time to the music on the video game. Today Boy had a friend over, and I'm bopping around with Peanut whilst they play. Boy, being in a friendly mood, says, Gee Mom, why don't you take a turn while I hold the baby.
So I take my place next to Boy's friend. I'm standing there in jeans and a sweatshirt, but my dark secret is that I'm wearing no bra. Not that I'm thinking about this, because I'm getting my groove on. Then, as I take a little hop, I hear a little "Slap" that is my boobs splatting back into their accustomed place.
And I'm horrified. Did Boy's friend hear that? I'm thinking not, so I try to surreptitiously arrange my arms so they corral my wayward breasts, but Horrors! there it is again. Every time I had to hop a little there was the softest "Whap!" when the girls landed.
So help me, I almost wish I'd had the galloping toots instead.
Going to get a bra,