My daughter insisted I invest in new brassieres. “You’ll be amazed how much better you look and feel,” she said.
“I hope so, as much as they cost,” I grumbled.
I allowed myself to be fitted professionally, trying on over 30 different brassieres. I left with several new bras, shocked to be four cups sizes larger than I’d thought: 36F.
“Are these as good as you’d hoped?” my daughter asked when I got home.
“Better be,” I told her. “These are Bob Hope bras – Tanks for the Mammaries.”
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