just another reason why i shouldn’t be allowed to speak.
a friend from the office, angie, asked me the other day what size of bra i wore. now, i know this sounds a little odd, or maybe just a little too high school sleep-over but wait…
she had recently returned from a vacation to venezuela with all sorts of goodies, including bras; apparently they make some super-sexy bras. since her hubbie was still there she talked him into bringing some home for all her friends. (thanks mr. angie!)
i ran into the bathroom to double check my size–in the middle of this another co-worker walked in, looking at me rather strangely. after all, i did have my shirt have off and was looking at my bra tag. without thinking i said, “sorry, but i was just getting my bra size for angie’s husband”, and walked out. yup, i’m retarded and now the office home-wrecker. awesome.
