My Monthly Bitch

I think the only time I'll write is to bitch about me being bloated.

Today, I briefly opened up to an on line friend, (Smivey), with regards to me being in hell. Why? Cause my pants and my bra are fitting me tight. And no one wants to sit at their desk feeling restricted. So after years of thinking up new inventions, I have come up with a wonderful idea, geared to help keep a woman happy and less emotional.

While I sit here dreaming of taking off my bra, so my boobies can run loose, I find I can never do that here at work. Although I can, I'd just get fired. So my idea is sweet. You know those orange prison jumpsuits? Well, you'd wear one of those, but in navy blue. It can also have your company's logo on it, so that people won't get confused that you're an outside worker. ( Great huh?)

And so there it is. Simple. A jumpsuit to wear and you don't have to worry about your boobs showing. You can go camando inside your jumper and have a smile on your face from morning to night. (Not that I have invented this. It's just an idea.)

I'm also thinking....I could use a boob massage right now, too. I might need to set that up for tonight. Excuse me while I make a phone call.

Oh well, ho hum....