
I'm talking about BOOB SWEAT. (B.S. for short.)
Okay, those of you BBB gals (Born with Big Boobs)... this will come as no surprise to you. In fact, I dare say you probably barely even think about BS.
For me, however, this was a completely new sensation...and while this was odd, it was still welcome...any sensation around the boob area is welcome.
The first time it happened was at the Farmer's Market. It was a particularly humid Saturday morning. I'm walking toward my hubby and mom when I felt it. The trickle of sweat raced between the new tataz, like water on a slide. It was rather disconcerting.
What's one supposed to do? I'd think that rubbing across the boobs to blot sweat would be akin to scratching one's crotch. If not that bad, then fondling one's breasts in this manner is probably, in the very least, not very ladylike.
At this point, it didn't matter if it was rude to try to eliminate the BS, because I couldn't get to it anyway. I tried to casually press my tighter than tight bra against my skin, but to no avail. (I tried to accomplish this feat in an "oh so nonchalant" manner.) I wasn't successful in being nonchalant or in eliminating the pesky sweat. The reason - you could bounce a quarter off this bra - it's that tight. It wasn't budging...not even slightly so I could blot some sweat.
It felt like that trickle was just a prelude for the waterfall that was to come. I could feel it building up in the canyon between the new boobs.
The next time it happened I was in New York City, and as they'd say here in New England, "It was wicked hot." - Or at least wicked humid.
I was walking to have lunch with a friend when it happened again. This time I didn't care about being polite or who was watching. I took some napkins and stuffed them down in the crevasse between my boobs. Ahhhh...relief.
I was never one to stuff my bra before (okay, I wore padded bras)...but I had never stuffed a bra until now - when I didn't need it.
This issue with BS got me to thinking about those scenes in movies where either the woman is putting money in her bra for safe keeping or she's pulling a hankie out from her bra area to hand to someone.
Now, I know the real reason they kept money and hankies in their bras!! --- To keep BS at bay.
This story below made me think about the fact that when I'm 80, I'll still have perky boobs...I keep trying to visualize what that'll look like against everything else. Hmmmm...
All else will have gone south and my boobs will probably be standing at attention...might be a lazy version of attention, but attention nonetheless...That's why I'd be smiling like the gal in the picture!
This is from Butler Webs. Fun site. There web address is at the bottom. Enjoy the story!
Aging Mildred was a 93-year-old woman who was particularly despondent over the recent death of her husband, Earl. She decided that she would just kill herself and join him in death.
Thinking that it would be best to get it over with quickly, she took out Earl's old Army pistol and made the decision to shoot herself in the heart, since it was so badly broken in the first place.
Not wanting to miss the vital organ and become a vegetable and burden to someone, she called her doctor's office to inquire as to just exactly where the heart would be on a woman. The doctor said, "Your heart would be just below your left breast."
Later that night, Mildred was admitted to the hospital with a gunshot wound to her knee.
Submitted by Adiastar00
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Picture pulled from http://www.butlerwebs.com/jokes/chick.htm. The following message accompanied the "chick" entry:
If anyone knows where this originated from, please let us know so we can give proper credit. It was sent to us in E-mail several years ago and it was just too good not to share with you!
On 9/6/03 we received an E-mail from VB who thinks this may have come from www.Flowgo.com - but we are still unsure of the person who actually created this.
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