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This brassiere will self-destruct in 10 seconds…

Lifting the straps wasn’t helping. Why not?   Lifting the straps always helps.  The band just seems to… What the?  I’m in the office bathroom.  I lift my shirt and present my back to the mirror.  The whole left side of the brassiere band is… torn??  How much pressure are my tatas putting on this brassiere?…

Life was so much less expensive before I had taste.

A slightly bigger cross-body bag.  In a fancy colour.  That’s all I wanted.   Slightly larger than the bag already slung across my shoulders, my affordable purple Kipling bag, the physical representation of which gave me a template for the size the new bag needed to be bigger than.  ‘Cause unless you have a small tape…

Craving cutlery

I missed being the small spoon.  If I didn’t really throw my arm over David’s side, I could almost manage the big spoon. But small spoon?  Months had passed since I’d been able to lie on my right side and claim that privilege. Heavy sighs.  Discomfort.  Near tears… a new nighttime ritual. “What is it…