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Tuesday, January 17, 2012


I have been blessed in many ways. I have a wonderful family, and amazing husband, four fabulous kids, and much, much more. But I have not been so blessed in the bosom department. There is a reason one of my friends in high school called me, "the boobless wonder." It's not quite that bad, but I do like undergarments that provide me with a little extra. My cups runneth over when I was pregnant, and I was so thankful that I could nurse my babies, all four of them. The same friend from the above quote gave me some fabulous brassieres when I got married. She also advised me with some other undergarments which I purchased at a large women's lingerie store in our local mall.

The bra in this discussion was called a "water bra". It was supposedly filled with water and made to look more realistic or natural. I purchased two, a white one and a black one. I wore the white one more frequently, because the black one was somewhat scratchy. I wore these bras often during our first 5-7 years of our marriage. I don't dispose of my bras too often, they usually have more than one hole before I get rid of them.

One Sunday afternoon in early Spring, my father-in-law, who lives in our town, paid our little family a visit. I was wearing the said white bra under one of my new shirts that I had received for my birthday. We were relaxing, chatting, watching TV, playing with our daughter and son at the time, Rebekah and Caleb.

I began to feel something wet on my shirt. I just thought I had spilled something, since I am not the most coordinated person in the world. But the spot didn't dry like fabric usually dries here in the west, quickly. In fact it seemed to get bigger... ? Weird.

Then it dawned on me that it wasn't just a wet spot, but it was oily. I knew I didn't spill oil on myself. I got to thinking. Where could this spot have come from? Hmmm... then I figured out it was from my BRA! My bra must have had a hole in it, and it was leaking out onto my shirt!

And my father-in-law was there! He probably wondered why I had a spot on my shirt and didn't say anything. What a nice guy, but still... I was quite embarrassed and am embarrassed just thinking about it today!

I know, not a horribly emBRAssing moment, but it was enough for me to never buy a water bra again! I take my padded undergarment cushions in another form! It was tough to get the oil out of that shirt though!


  1. I remember you telling that story ... still funny years later! :)

  2. interesting that it is oil in there!


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