So, as any other dreary summer day, I was sitting at home with my sisters when, lo and behold, we decided to do something else than just watch Veronica Mars. So, you ask, what could be a fun activity for us to do? Go to a funfair? Nope. Watch a movie? Nope. Go out for lunch. Wrong again. Nah, we decided to go and get our bras fitted! Woop woop!
So, I haven't been measured since I was about 13 and was buying my first bra at which stage I was a 34AA, i.e. MINISCULE and I don't think I've really improved much in that area since then- we are on a whole a small chested family..although my dad could do with losing a few pounds lol... anywho, I was in the little cubicle trying on all kinds of bras and I hadn't actually heard what size I was but I was expecting to be at some awkward stage in between 34A and 34B but alas, to my greatest amusement- it turns out I am a 34D 
How in the name of Merlin's most baggy Y-fronts did that happen?
Anyway, this caused me great amusement for the rest of the day...not to mention a great sense of jubilation! Avast!
Then again, does this mean I've put on weight?? I flipping well hope not but most likely it does...so I guess I'd better get on to the sit-ups again...
Still, overall, it was a day of many surprises, a day of many joys and a day I finished by scrubbing up a floor at work on which some asshole had smashed a jar of pasta sauce! Goodie gumdrops *cough*
