I was having a laugh with a friend after school today and explaining that I had enjoyed my day off with my husband. We went out for lunch and did some shopping without anyone whining, complaining, or begging. It was glorious! I also shared a rather personal story with her about something exciting that happened.
Now, this is the point where I will say, I wasn't NOT going to write this story, much less publish it for the world to read. However, we had a good laugh over the story and she insisted that I write about it today. So, I will write about it, but here are my disclaimers:
1. If you don't want to read a personal story where I share too much information, stop reading now.
2. If you are a man, stop reading now. I promise, you will not understand.
Alright, if you decided to hang in there, you deserve to hear my story. It's really quite sad, heart-wrenching even, but I will tell you upfront that there is a happy ending.
There I was, in the middle of teaching a guided reading group and I moved just right (or maybe just wrong). I heard it. That dreaded snapping sound that could only mean one thing.
Yep, my underwire broke. I moved, it obviously didn't like it, and it quit. Broke in two.
It was my very favorite bra and I don't say that lightly. I'm not that girl that has 59 bras in my dresser drawers. I have a hard time finding a bra that both fits correctly and is comfortable. You know what I mean? Straps that dig into the shoulders? Underwire that pinches? It's awful! It is a VERY RARE day that I find a bra that I like, and when I do I always buy two.
I found this particular bra at a store in an outlet mall that I don't often visit because it's more than an hour away from my home. It's a once per year type shopping trip that usually involves school clothes shopping, so you can image when I found this bra and liked it, I snapped up two immediately. They aren't anything fancy, they were plain, basic colors, but they were so comfortable!
Anyway, there I was, elbow deep in the guided reading group and I heard the almighty snap. I knew what it was. I didn't have to check. I didn't need to feel the poke to know what had happened. The sound was enough to send me spiraling into sadness. I knew that when I got home at the end of the day I would have to part with her. It was a sad day indeed, even my husband knew it was my favorite and felt bad for me.
Two days later, bra number one still a painful memory, I arrived at daycare to pick my daughter up at the end of the day. She came running over with her arms held high and wanting to be picked up. I bent over to scoop up my little lady and...SNAP!
It was that sound again. Are you kidding me? I could not believe it! The second bra! Broken! Just like that! It was like the bras had a certain number of wears, I hit that number, they broke, job over! Two bras purchased on the same day, died within two days of each other. It was heart-wrenching!
Now what was I supposed to do? I looked at all the stores in my town, the closest big city, and then another. I still couldn't find a replacement. I could find the correct brand but not the correct style. It was awful.
Then I take a day off with the hubs and one of our stops was Kohl's. I had gone into the dressing room to try on an outfit I had picked out and my husband took off for the men's department. As I began to walk over to find him, I meandered through the children's section...I always have to check out those 70% off racks, right? Next, I came to lingerie and I knew men's was just on the other side so I cut through the racks hoping for a short cut.
Guess what my purse strap caught on? YES! I literally got caught on a hanger of the exact bra I had been looking for! Crazy, I know! Not only did they have the bra, they had my size AND they had it in pretty colors! I snatched up two immediately! And then, like a gift from the heavens, my eyes landed on the sign above the rack. It really wouldn't have mattered if they were $50 apiece, I would still have purchased two. However, they were one sale! Buy one, get one half off!
It was amazing! I heard angels singing and everything! It was a shopping trip that was meant to be.
And that, my friends, is the bra story that had my friend laughing today.
I hope it gave you a laugh too! :)