New post up at Her Nashville, which might be of interest to the bra-curious members of my readership. If you wouldn't mind, could you also let me know if you found the tools to be accurate, so I can go kill myself?
All this ta-ta tape measuring actually reminds me of how the whole time I was growing up, my Dad claimed to be 5' 10". And because I ended up being about an inch shorter than he is, I believed I was 5' 9". For YEARS. Then I went to a doctor post-college, who clocked me in at 5' 6 (and a half)", and I was all "So I'm not supermodel-thin after all, but rather a very average ho-hum weight? DAMN IT."
At least my boobs are supermodel small.
Thank God for the little things.
