boob talk coming.. you are forewarned!!

ok, now, I am not one to complain..... much.... ok, maybe I complain alot. BUT what I have to complain about today has been with me for about 41 years conservatively.... Now like most girls, I was excited when I started to "blossom". I just had no idea that apparently I would never stop blossoming. OH, all my friends who nursed got smaller.... my daughter who nursed, got smaller... and ME.... who nursed 4..... 4...... count them 4 children??(truthfully I think I really could have fed a small nation).... bumpkus... oh no.... I got even bigger...There just seems something wrong about your boobs being so big you can't see your feet! No wonder I have so many broken toes! Ok, now granted, I am about 30 heavier than when I had my last child.... and even though I know better, I would swear that 30 pounds are hanging off my shoulders and neck.... honestly, OUCH! It has long been the bane of my existence.... or THEY have I should say.... now, Al being a boob man(a LoMaglio trait it seems) he isn't complaining.... Shopping for bras is torture... I take in 3 or 4... no they don't fit... get all dressed go back out, get 3 or 4 more, go back in try them on... no, they don't fit... get all dressed(cause you see I am always alone when I shop... but that is a different post).... it is never ending...... So, today in the shower I wrote a song about it... and I am burdening you with it as well.... it is sung to the tune: Love lift us up where we belong.... if you don't know it youtube before you sing my song.. so here goes"

Where, can I find a bra

That can keep, my girls up high

All I know is they're hard to find

If you're small, you just don't realize

These "puppies" are large

They're like mountains, in my way

And they just must be contained

Please lift them up where they belong

Higher on my chest

Where I see all the rest

Please lift them up where they belong

Stop them from hanging low

Before they hit the flo'

Some girls can go out to shop

Their selection is quite large

Show me where I can find my size

And I don't, care what the charge

My choices are slim

They're like armor, not real nice

It's like squeezing my chest in a vice

Please lift them up where they belong

higher on my chest

where I see all the rest

please lift them up where they belong

if it could be pretty too....

I wouldn't cry boo hooo.......

Ok, there I vented in word and song... Now I am just praying I can lose my weight... maybe they will become controllable then. And at least I won't smack myself in the face while I am dancing at the wedding..... *sigh.....