Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

And while I'm thinking of it...

I went shopping the other day. I had lost enough weight that my little, flat, "hound dog ear" breasts were sitting at the bottoms of enormously over-sized cups, and it was a bit like looking at a pair of toddlers sleeping in a King Size bed.

So off to Lane Bryant I went. I kind of knew what I needed, since I'd bought a "Just My Size" one at the evil infidel Walmart a few days earlier for purely scientific reasons. Straight to the back of the store I went, and was confounded by a selection of things the likes of which I had never considered. Everything from cozy and familiar B's to spacious and palatial DD's awaited the discerning shopper. It was an experience of a near-religious nature to gambol through those garments, to peruse the panties, to linger in the lingerie like I did.

But did I stop there? Of course not! After selecting three amazingly sexy and well fitting Stopzemfrumphlopen and five lovely and lacy buttercutter bottoms, I decided to look at some of the other items on the various sale racks in the store.

And lo, from a rack of gorgeous cotton spandex tops with deep plunge necklines, a revelation came forth:

I had achieved a size 18/20, something I had not seen since I was a sophomore in High School. And there was much rejoicing.

*sighs happily*

So here I sit, enjoying cleavage I had heretofore never experienced, content in the knowlege that I can now wear a size that beginneth with a "one" and not with a "two", and that even big women can enjoy the sexy feel of lace buttercutters under their jeans.

Yes, life was good this week.