By now, something like that - on this blog - shouldn't be a shocker.
I was a bit blown back when I first heard this expression. (And I first heard it thanks to the illustrious blog designer extraordinaire, the Blog Angel herself, Claire Raikes www.businessblogangel.com - and just fyi, she is a TypePad specialist!)
I had hired her to help me with the banners for Soul First Living and Tittyology...and to unkink some problems I was having here on Tittyology - which she did with flying colors. (She makes it soooo easy. She taught me a lot, too...and she's a neato bandito person to work with.)
Anyway, we got into a discussion about the use of the word "titty" because of the title (or tittle - hee hee) of this very blog.
I explained that I had, in fact, gotten a lot of grief and heat over the name, and that - no, this word is NOT considered proper or polite...but I just couldn't bring myself to change it - at least not yet. (I'm open to ideas...still not sure if I want to change it. Thought about "From Cancer to Confidence"...that's simply not as fun as Tittyology.)
She then asked me if I've ever heard this phrase, "Gets on my tits." (I never had.)
It means, "Gets on my nerves" - as in "gets on my last nerve".
Fabulous phrase. Makes me giggle.
Even if you're like me and have lost one or both or parts of your boobs thanks to cancer, you can still use this phrase with great aplomb...maybe even moreso.
As in, "Cancer really gets on my tits!" --- And a truer statement will never have been spoken!
