Ramblings of the Intimate Kind...

Sunday, Mother-in-law gave me one of her bra's.  She asked if I would go to Macy's, where she purchased this particular brassiere, too many years ago to count.  She thinks  I can match it up; I'm humbled by her confidence. There's no label indicating brand or size, except that it's ginormous; Dolly Parton size.  A petite flower in the bust department, Mother-in-law is not. Something tells me this one trip to the mall will turn into three.  One, to purchase, one to exchange and another to return.  And you all wonder why I don't have more time to write!