Too bad the Wayward Boy Scout is becoming less wayward, because last night I noticed the most awesomely funny thing that he would have appreciated.
I was wearing the fabulous new bra and a button down shirt and I was walking to the bathroom and I looked down–because, really, even I cannot keep my eye off the boob freckle–and I realized I could see my feet.
There they were, framed on three sides by the shirt and the tits.
Later, in the privacy of my own home, I spent a good five minutes watching my toes wiggle while looking down my shirt.
Okay, I probably need to get a hobby or two.
Tiny Cat Pants 
I already got the day off work, so stop trying to get me to change my plans.
Commie Mynx
I just want you to really regret not seeing me while you’re up here–that’s all.
I was getting work done, now I’m just thinking about boobs. It’s going to be a looong day. But at least someone is paying me to think about boobs.