I'm just sayin'...

I went to the gym today, but I didn't work out with Steve.  I'm milking the post-surgery angle for all it's worth.  (I'll start working out with him again next week.)  Instead, I did some cardio for 45 minutes, which is pretty darn good, all things considered.

After he worked Michelle out, Steve came over to say, "hi" and see how I'm doing. He's such a doll.  I'm sure going to miss him.  He's decided that he needs to quit so he can focus on school and do his internship next semester.  (What?  Like he won't have enough time on top of all of that to work?  Puh-leez!)  His last day is sometime in the middle of December.   For all the whining I do about him, I really will miss him.  It just won't be the same.

After my "strenuous" workout, I decided to reward myself by running over to Target to pick up the new Taylor Swift CD (see yesterday's post).  After getting said CD, I decided to wander around because you never know what you'll find.  I found myself wishing I'd just grabbed the CD and ran.

As I was meandering thru the clothing department, I nearly ran into a young woman whose appearance made me exclaim out loud, "Oh my!"  I couldn't help myself.  You see, the poor thing had on a very low-cut, tight shirt with a bra that was way too small for her more than ample bosom, which created the double-bubble effect with the top set of boobs nearly bursting out of their confines.  For a brief moment, I thought there was some kind of wardrobe malfunction (aka nip exposure), but I was gladly mistaken.  Whew.

Unfortunately, that was not the first case of wicked tight clothing I've witnessed today.  A word of advice, if your crack looks (and feels) like it's eating your pants - too tight.  Time to stop kidding yourself and get the next size, or two, up.  (I'm just sayin'.)