After spending a good 20 minutes before Church this morning shoring up the trenches for the wires in certain of my foundational garments,
I was glad to remember that Hillary is delivering five new (to me) bras from my Sister-in-law in Saskatoon.
This is the way to go bra shopping.
You send a cheque with one kid, and the other brings home the goods.
You never have to set foot in a store yourself, and someone else has done all the leg work to get those hard to find sized brassieres.
And it is very good timing, as there's not much lifting and separating going on here. Too many broken wires. Or broken wires replaced by too-short wires. Resulting in much pinching and poking.
Looking forward to Thursday.
That's when the girl gets home.
Bringing much needed support.