Over the weekend I was in my closet putting my work out clothes on. Lana was in there with me and asked me what drawer I kept my underwear in. I showed her. Then she started opening other drawers to see where my other clothing was kept. Not sure why this interested her all of a sudden, but fine. I didn't mind. Then she opened the drawer where I kept my bras. She turned around, looked at me and said,
"Is that where you keep your boobies??"
I smiled at her and started to correct her to tell her that they are called bras, when I realized after having three kids, my bras ARE my boobs. So yes Lana, that is where I keep my boobies. Good thing you can buy such good ones at Victoria's Secret, because I certainly don't have the ten grand to buy permanent ones from the plastic surgeon.