Our family celebrated Hanukkah together this weekend. And I should
really write about something deep and meaningful. Like the meeting of
religions that occurs in our family when we say the Hebrew prayer and
light the menorah, which sits beside our Christmas tree.
But
all I really want to talk about are my boobs. And the fact that they
are now so big that if they get one little tiny bit bigger they are
going to explode like over-filled water balloons. And that I can't find
a bra big enough to hold them in. And that milk is dripping onto my
feet. MY FEET. Oh. My. God.