Chicken Fillets Anyone?

Since I became, I have a mother I’ve had to deal with lots of embarrassing incidents such as Oli pooping as a baby on the skirt I was wearing. Somehow this latest embarrassment of mine just triumphs all that.

Anyone that knows me knows that I’m not exactly well endowed when it comes to the boob department, so I usually cheat and give myself a helping hand, but only when it comes to events like parties where dresses which show some cleavage come into play. We had a wedding to go to last weekend, so of course, I had a little help with achieving my desired look. I popped them in that morning while getting ready; I was reminded that I didn’t need them and shouldn’t wear them. If only I listened.

Couldn’t help but to have a boogie when it came to the evening’s disco. What I forgot is that I didn’t stick some certain things down with tape so really should have skipped the ‘jump around the room’ songs. The first I heard of anything happening was when I headed back to the table to find everyone in hysterics. Between giggles, they shared that my fillets had popped out while dancing. One of which had to be wrestled off a toddler who grabbed it to run around with. I dont think I’ve ever been so embarrassed before! You can guess what went straight in the bin when we got home!