Also, I have lost about 15 pounds since I bought it...and it is a down week for me. Which is a not-so-subtle way of saying there is a little extra space in those space-age molded cups.
Not that I am trying to fill them back up or anything...but I also fried up some eggplant parmigiana for dinner. Mmmmm...seasoned panko on thin slices of eggplant, golden brown and crisp, covered in fresh mozzarella and sauce. SO yummy.
My evening progressed, as most evenings do, to flipping a load of laundry (which has STILL NOT piled up since my hostile take over of the laundry room weeks and weeks ago...yea for me!) and when I stood up to close the dryer door...
ow! ow! ow! ow! oooowww!!
It suddenly felt like I had a wad of burdock in my brassiere! I am reaching in there, moving things around, trying to find the source of the sharp pain in the nipple...and it was a rounded teaspoon of fried panko. Now...I assume this happened while I was eating because I think I would have noticed it if it had happen right out of the fryer.
So I lean over the laundry tub, tug down the cup and lift up the girl, only to have the bra snap back up and CATAPULT THE CRISP PANKO INTO MY EYES!!!
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I forgot to explain the part where what Laurie likes, is to laugh at my minor misfortunes.
Thanks for clearing that. I was worried that we had been having quite a series of miscommunications about friend panko nipples.
Oh, also: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Hot damn. I love those kind of bras.
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