meantime I can start saying it's his fault, it's always the fault of Mother, who had the bright idea to be born on December 28 each year, forcing me to think two gifts in a few days.
This year I did not think before Christmas and then I'm supposed to go today, that just was not sciopping prepared for, and in fact I went to a giant store near here for not having a lot of road, the kind that touches you at banks also queuing up to pay for (I leave that stuff there all because I hate waiting).
decide to complete an intimate and I realize that exceeded fifty women can make two choices of underwear: hoes that do not seem to be resigned to having reached middle age or old stuff to bring, and with horrible lace bras that seem tarpaulins parachute. Turn to a complete white and easy way to play it safe and order me a size less because he says that those are German and they do things a bigger size. Oh well.
I wrote that I was not in the mood but there was this complete bellissssimo cream / antique pink with black lace over the (beautiful and not a lace doily style) calling me and I could not leave there. I'm going to try it, and tragedy: the size that I've had since my boobs have stopped growing a lot 'of years ago I should CLOSE. And she prices rise "Strange, and they are Italians!" . It is not my fault but oh well it is Christmas I put up only half a kilogram, and I see that I have gone all hard on tits and I did a price increase.
Among those who hate so now there are also men who decide the sizes of bras, and I realize I should make a list, because they would forget categories and it is not right for this to be deprived of my hate.
Despite this, unless I'm in the mood I also bought a sweater and a scarf.
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