A ramble where I post pictures of my breasts

I'm not on the pill. There's no real significance (or danger) of that, except for the fact that I usually have no idea where I am in my hormone cycle. Apart from when I'm in the obvious stages. But I have concluded that, right now, I am somewhere near the end. Thank god I thought to buy tampons this week. I almost didn't.

I know this because this morning I intended to do a load of washing. That was all. I had to do ONE load of washing so that I could wear my hot new bras next week. One of my new bras I have named the 'super ultra mega date-night push-up wonder bra'. For obvious reasons. My necklace (who I have named Harry) usually sits comfortably between my breasts. Observe:


Yes boys, go get the tissues. Anyhoo, as I was saying he normally sits quite happily there. When I wear a push up bra he touches both of the girls. Just. When I wear the super ultra mega date-night push-up wonder bra he can't do that. For him to sit in his rightful place, he has to turn himself on his side and wedge himself in between them. SIDEWAYS. I quite like that bra. Its a balconette and when I bend over I don't fall out. Its quite special.

Anyways, I had to do one load of washing today but I ended up doing four, cleaning the toilet and handbasin, vacuuming and mopping the floors, washing the cat bowls, washing the vacuum cleaner bag, changing my bedsheets, cleaning the shower, taking out the garbage, gave myself a facial, shaved, organised my makeup bag, put my jewelry away, organised my bookself, did the dishes and scrubbed the kitchen. OK, so I haven't scrubbed the kitchen yet, but thats only because the floor was still wet and God help you if you walk across my clean, still wet floor and leave footprints. I may also clean out the fridge. Actually I most likely will. The vegie crisper is pretty grotty. But not as bad as this.

So I cleaned. I nested. This place has had the clean that only a woman can do if she's not doing anything else on a certain one day in 28. I still have to clean my desk, but I'm not sure my hormones could handle that.

I just went out to get lunch. I put on make up. I have recently been introduced to liquid eye liner. Which I love to bits. But I figured out why its so damn good. Because when you put it on your eyelid, it runs into your eye and sits at the juncture of your eyeball and eyelid. Thus giving the impression of darkening the eyelid without actually sitting on your skin. Genius! Maybe I should pay more than $3.95 for my eyeliner.

And when I went out to lunch I bought some of the Tomorrow, When the War Began series with a voucher Dad got me for my b'day. Collins has the books in both covers, but I want the original covers, with the barbed wire. So I managed to find one place (of the seven that sell books) in Westfield with the covers I want. And trust me, I looked in all of the other six. So I picked up three of the books today, and I'm going to use the voucher Mum got me to get the rest by mail.

See. I told you I'd ramble.