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.
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.
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!