Tomorrow, I go out on a grand quest. I go, not in search of hen's teeth, or flying pigs, or baby pigeons but something even more mythical and elusive.
Tomorrow, (after a bolstering trip to the art store) I will (bravely) shop for a sports bra that is both comfortable and supportive, and will fit my endowed self. (Ya, not exactly holding my breath here... but this place looks promising. )
And. If this mission is successful, I might even go and try on some jeans while I'm downtown. (Or, I might just run home and hide under my bed. Tough call, really.)