Today, while wearing my new tank top (I wear tanks under most of my shirts), one of the straps unclipped. I couldn't for the life of me figure it out. But I snapped it back in and went about my day.
Later, I recounted the story to H, because it was funny that my strap came unsnapped while I had a room full of third graders. Then I showed him how weird it is. "Look!" I said. "The front just comes down, and then it's weirdly open on the breast!" H then says, "Um, you bought a nursing tank top." I refused and refused, because I thought it was a sports top, given that the rest was so reinforced. But then I checked the tag....and it's a nursing tank.
My name is bunnybean and I purchase things I don't need. And worse yet, because it gives me effing amazing cleavage (because of aforementioned serious support elsewhere), I'm going to keep wearing it.
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