So Many Questions

The other day as I drove my kids home from school and I made my usual right turn at our usual corner off the main street...there was some jack#@* wise guy parked there with a friend leaning into the passenger window talking to them.  I had to make a very wide right turn to get on the street.  He is lucky the corner is not real obstructed from that direction.  And further more he is lucky there wasn't a cop around!  Which brings me to this...on my way to the grocery store, I noticed a cop car double parked next to another.  They were obviously talking about a very serious case and how they were going get the bad guy.  I mean why else would they break the law like that?

My brother-in-law used to be a cop.  He told me once how many times he had seen officers abuse their authority and how angry it would make him.  He told a couple of vague stories that had my jaw sitting on the ground.  My BIL was a good cop.  And I am certain there are many.  So if you know someone who happens to be a cop, I am not bashing them personally.  I am just saying it totally irks me, when someone who has taken an oath to uphold the law should not be allowed to break them at their convenience.  Am I wrong here?  I mean for all I know they were planning something, but isn't that what a parking lot is for? My guess is they were bored cause they had already met their quota.  Oh yes they do.    Besides, I am certain that if you or I did that, we would get a ticket of some sort.

Now that I have that question out of my head, here is another one for you to ponder.  On Saturday, I went bra shopping.  Yay.  *insert eye roll and a huge sigh* Who among my bloggy sisters enjoy this activity?  That is not the question.  How often do you get new ones?  Did you know you are supposed to acquire new ones every three months?  I knew I was needing them.  It had been two years a while since I last bought them.  I prefer underwire for my girls.   Well, when said wire snaps and pokes through the sad remains of what was once a bra, the girls get kind of mad.  So I knew I needed to do it.  My hand was forced.  But hold on...I am not sure what size I really need.  Do you  know how to measure for a bra?  If not, go here and it will tell you.  But no this is not my question either.  At the risk of over sharing, I have to explain that after measuring myself 2 times and even letting my husband measure me, the result was the same. My girls have grown right along with me.  I am now ready for the D cup.  Here is where my question comes in.  Why are the big bras placed on the bottom of the display racks?  I am sorry for the A & B's, but you have far less to tote around so it would be a lot easier for you to bend down than us.  Yeah, I know it makes more sense to go A to D than D to A, but sheesh!   I was successful in my search and landed on Vanity Fair.  I was a bit mortified to see that I did in fact fit into the D cup.  Nicely.  I don't see myself --in that area--as needing something that size.  Take a look at one the next time you are out.   If you have ever wondered what the sizes mean, wonder no more.  Here is what they mean:

A ... Almost Boobs
B ... Barely there.
C ... Can't Complain!
D ... Dang!
DD... Double Dang!
E ... Enormous!
F ... Fake


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