


sabrina and i are getting ready to go speak at charlestowne academy, a local magnet school with an awesome journalism class. we went last semester and had so much fun, i think they were pretty amused by us.
well we’re going again this afternoon to hang out with their spring semester kids, and i was saving a happy new shirt i bought this weekend to wear today... you know, because it’s friday and kids will be looking up to me and important stuff like that. anyhow, i hadn’t worn my shirt around much before today, because i usually don’t practice looking fabulous (it’s natural). and well, maybe i should have.
all morning i’ve been tugging and pulling at my shirt... hel-lo boobs, where did you come from all of a sudden?!
i realize it may be a little inappropriate to turn up at a high school with my comfy scoop neck top scooping, ummmmm, a little too much.
so i got resourceful.
after scouring the office for safety pins and double-sided tape, i decided to venture out into the real world and seek assistance. two lovely gals down at a nearby tailor shop (”the dressing room”?) saved my life and my reputation with some spare safety pins. then sab pinned me and my mammaries safely inside my shirt. hurray!
now i will go practice not leaning over, talking about cervixes (cervii?), and giving bad advice. see you at 1:45 CTA!
*ps boobgate 2007 was totally pointless and i only really wanted to show off my latest photoshop creation. but it is true that the original photo showed up when i googled “cleavage” (holy cow, how is a search for “cleavage” not blocked at work?!).