I'm Just a Girl

I just got back from the most "girly" thing I have participated in these many years. I went to the mall with a friend and we got fitted for a bra at Nordstrom, ate lunch at the Nordstrom cafe and then had a makeup consultation at the Clinique counter. Besides the fact that I came away with some new kick-ass bras and some skin care stuff that I could actually see myself using, I also heard one of the funnier statements to ever come out of said friend's mouth:

I'm a D! Are you sure I'm a D?! How can I be a D? This one seems big, it feels like I am wearing the breastplate of righteousness.

So funny. What a great morning. I may have more to say on this subject but I am practicing the art of the vignette.