*shakes head*
Right now, sarah's running around the house with my wife's bra on her, and throwing a second one aroudn yelling "its too big, its too big."
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Monday, August 14, 2006
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15 Comments:
Okay now, Daddy. It's your job to teach her the *MAGIC* of tissue!
Oh, no. I think thats mommy's job.
Oh wait, we just took a vote and decided YOU dear blessed, will be teaching her about the magic of tissues and bras.....you've had practice...
OHHHHHHHHH, and he got me again!
Alrighty then...I've gathered the charts and pictures. It's time to have a little talk about saline.
Sarah, honey, today we're going to talk about saaaa-leeeeen. Can you say, "saline?"
Saline is gooooood. Silicone is baaaaaaaaaad. Say, "BAD silicone!"
This (show picture) is a saline filled implant. It has a very natural shape to it....
Do I have the job, Dad? I've got more....
No? Okay, here's the alternative speech....
Sarah, this store is called Vic-tor-ia's Seeeecret because sometimes it's okay to keep a secret.
Take this bra for instance. It's filled with water, but no boy will know that unless you do something you're not supposed to do in the first place. As long as he stays "over the blouse" he's none the wiser.
How's that? Am I making you squirm yet? I've still got more...much more thanks to your tissue comment! Notice I've never stooped so low as to mention you and your personal relationship with socks...
So proud!
i used to stick croquet balls up my shirt so that i could have boobies. they were really cold.
why was it that my visual the first time i read your post was that she had the thing on her head like in weird science?
*giggle* You hired!
You should know all about socks with your husband dear, talk about the voice of experience....*giggle*
On further thoughts, Its real amusing that you are SO well aquianted with silicone and Victorias secret water bras....trouble during your teenage years dear? *grin*
That's none of your beeswax! I weighed 90 pounds then. Leave me alone! It's high school all over again!
hee hee
And the only thing my husband uses socks for are his feet, Happy Sock Hand Man, and his one eared elephant trick. Wait. The elephant trick doesn't require a sock. Just a pocket turned inside out and... never mind.
Your daughter will be a hand full. She seems so adorable!
hahaha, great visual...I can totally picture that.
Darn. That seems to be a recurring theme.
If we ever run out of things to do with bras, we use them to tie around daddy's eyes so we can play "blind man's bluff." On one of his birthdays we could not stop laughing while we played pin the tail because that's all we had for a blindfold.
Maybe we could found a bra support group: What to do with the bras of people who don't fit...
:::snort::::
Too funny!
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