Welcome to today’s episode of Politically Incorrect: Going to Hell in a Handbasket.
Sorry, I have no idea what that phrase means, nor its origins. If you have a burning desire to find out, Google it, or check Wikipedia.
Anyway – this is the final day of my three-day quote challenge, and it’s been a lot of fun. I am so pleased with the blogosphere right now that all I can say is:
Quote: My cup runneth over.
Author: Hebrew Bible (Psalm 23.5)
Most people understand this quote to mean that there is an abundance of something – joy, money, love, etc. Sometimes it’s used in a sarcastic manner when receiving a gift that is less than one expected.
My readers will be pleased that I managed to restrain myself from posting a photograph of the politically incorrect meaning of the phrase – no one wants to see old lady boobs, even if I were brave enough to pose for such a disturbing picture.
As a young woman, prior to childbirth, I bemoaned the fact that I had less breast tissue than many of my friends. Nature has a way of taking care of such unfairness – after birthing and nursing three children, and subsequently gaining weight in all the wrong places (or right places, if you’re looking at it from a male viewpoint), my cups did indeed runneth over.
I managed to remedy that situation somewhat last summer during my construction-enforced shopping trips. When we had no bathroom at home, I had to run to the nearest Bon-Ton, and the ladies room was adjacent to the lingerie department. There was a great summer sale on bras of every size and kind (buy 2, get 1 free!), so I stocked up.
Now my cups are containethed.
Aren’t you glad I shared all that?
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Cordelia's Mom, Still 
Yay for sales!!!!
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For sure. I do not pay full price for those items!
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So many bra stories…so little time. ☺☺☺
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Just one….https://vanbytheriver.wordpress.com/2015/06/30/lingerie/ ☺
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13-14 is such a difficult age. But then there was my youngest, who at 15 insisted she needed an underwire. I scoffed but took her to the store just to make her feel better. When she took her shirt off in the dressing room, my jaw dropped – she definitely didn’t take after my side of the family! She got her underwire.
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Serendipity – bras beside the bathroom! Ha!
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Yep, and then I had a really pretty bathroom to use for a dressing room. Win-win!
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Although no longer blogging, Sammy had a series on malapropisms that came from a book “To Hell in a Henbasket” – https://bemuzin.com/2015/09/11/from-little-acorns/ I bought the book, it was quite an interesting read.
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I want such sales to happen here too. All the fancy bras omg. ❤️
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After I realized I was going to lose my rather copious breasts to cancer, I had a choice of what i wanted as replacements. I went with small and I’m really glad I did. Because since the heart surgery that rapidly followed the bilateral mastectomies, I can’t wear one … and small is so much more manageable that big. Gravity is kinder to the less amply endowed … and as we all know, gravity is a harsh mistress.
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At one point when I was trying on bras, I heard a conversation in the room next door. The sales clerk asked what size the customer needed, and the customer said, “I’m not sure. They’re not where they used to be.” I know that feeling!
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Sigh, I wish mine were bigger. I said aBRAcadaBRA but nothing happened….LOL ✾(〜 ☌ω☌)〜✾
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ha, ha. I heard that big boobs have their own problems.
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You are just so funny!
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Thanks, Amy! I wasn’t really sure how that one would go over.
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