I was so insanely busy at work today that I thought my brain might explode. Then our graphic designer Amie’s intern Alex commented that on his 21st birthday his father spit bourbon on his mother’s breasts and licked it off. That made me feel better, not to mentioned renewed my faith in the institution of marriage and the importance of having a good rack.

So I was quite happy that I chose to wear my water bra to work today. Made me think about being anywhere else but work – maybe in a place where good cleavage and bourbon reign high like rural Kentucky. The honest truth is that without a bra that shoves my boobs towards my face, cleavage is an elusive mysterious word. It’s like the unicorn or centaur. But bring in the Victoria Secret water bra and tah-dah! My boobs actually move above my shirt collar. It’s a miracle. One that would have so been appreciated in the days of whale bone corsets and other torture device underwear.

I told Alex that he should really invite his parents to our next happy hour. They basically sound like the most intriguing people in the world. If my husband is licking bourbon off my boobs in public when I have a son in his twenties, I think I will have reached the apex of happiness. Sounds absolutely divine. Will have to keep this water bra business in business!