OK- you can be grouchy. Me too.
She's little. A B-cup on heavy water retention days.
I am just jealous because I would love to be little. Nor do I have hair like pond ferns, whatever the hell that means. I feel certain that was a wig, though.
Are you happy now? I have confessed my meanness, my smallness in criticizing the glorious Gwynneth's breast size and her pond fronds.
The phrase is- well-endowed by Nature
Nature runs the Female Endowment Fund. Occasionally aided by cosmetic surgeons, or if you're not FINANCIALLY WELL-ENDOWED, you can get the bargain basement Miracle Bra. But NO ONE fools Mother Nature.
The bras have to come off, the silicone leaks.
Nicole KIdman?
Eeeesh.
My dream last night was boring in its obvious meaning.
I was dressing the boys and CW wanted to wear overalls. ANd I started pulling out all these little outfits- the Oshkoshes, the corduroy ones with little trains on them, the denim ones, and every pair was too small, though I kept getting larger sizes and larger sizes from the closet. FInally I said you have to wear these-- these are the biggest I have. But they were too tight and he said, "I'm just going to have to go buy some, Mom."
So quit with the crap about well-endowed. You call it what you want, I'll call it what I want. I'm a grieving mother and I deserve a little respect. |
