No...seriously...they're real...

Well........one of those days in which you get a wake up call that yes, you are that damn old. I enjoy being my age, truly, but sometimes........ I was doing laundry and since I'm schluberella in attire today I do not have a bra on. I am a chipper bouncy little thing so when I go down the stairs to move the laundry around I usually do it with a jaunty step. I go down the stairs and hear a definite slapping sound.....the sound of my breasts slapping against my body. Fascinating. Horrifying...but.......sort of made me feel good for a moment cause who knew I was so voluptuous?? Yea me!!!!! (Sadly after thinking about it, I think it simply means gravity is stretching them into sock puppets)