More specifically, let's talk about MY boobs. In fact, boobs isn't the right word for mine anymore. I think a whole new word needs to be invented for these globes that sit upon my chest. Now, some of you may think that I'm bragging, and may even get on my case because you don't have boobs, want them, and therefore are mad at me for having way more than my share, but...let me be the first to tell you that the "grass is always greener"! So, I've gained about 2 sizes in my clothes. Yea, I'm not happy about that, but that's a whole other blog, or just go read my other blog "My Diet Cliche". Did you go? Did you see how it's empty for any time period that's current? I think that says it all. Anyway...onto the boobs...I may have added 2 sizes to my clothes, but I swear my boobs are about 5 times the size that they were last year. Every time I put my bra on in the morning it's like trying to wrestle a two headed baby...make that a wet...