I had four episodes of fast food during my "To Ohio and Back" driving odyssey. I stopped at one place on my way out and with Matt I stopped at 3 places on the way back. I discovered something. I do not care for fast food in the least. The fast food I bought when I was solo was so tasteless that I tossed the entire thing in the trash at the uneventful motel. Then on the way home Matt and I tried a chicken place where everything had the singular taste of salt, a burger place where the meat was questionable and the bread was so tough and sponge like I didn't have the energy to sample the fries and a coffee place where I had my high hopes for the breakfast sandwich dashed. It was the most disappointing way to decide to eat gluten and dairy because not a single bite was worth the side effects. I don't understand what the people who eat these fast foods all the time are tasting. Or are they?
I'm in bra hell. I was down to two and they decided to unravel themselves in the wash, so I ran out and got two more and they don't fit right. It feels like something is pushing down on my boobs in those bras. Weird right? I got the new bra yesterday. First it's kind of stiff and itchy but the sales lady told me that they soften right up in the wash, so I washed it and this morning? Still stiff and itchy. Also, the super lift factor is as unnatural looking as can be and feels foolish. I don't mind showing the girls off a little bit, but this bra puts the "Holy crap!" in cleavage. I'm going to have to go on a quest. I can't decide if I should order the hell out of some catalog of call ahead to a store so they can stock up before I get there. Probably call ahead. There is only one big catalog that serves my purpose and they pissed me off by taking two weeks to send out my order once (about 6 years ago) I hold a grudge.
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