There it was swishing in our old rickety washer, swimming a pale blue in the water with my father's brand new jeans... my bra...and not just any bargain bra, oh no, it was my wedding bra!. The very under garment I was to be wearing at seven am the next morning.You know the long hunted, money is no obstacle strong, supportive, and invisible type; the hand wash only, made in some unpronounceable country, sleek, and luxurious type? I never would have ever guessed in all my little girl Cinderella dreams that my "something blue" would be my brazier!
Shock was the only thing that stopped Bridezilla from storming Tokyo with death defying fireballs. Her cousin, Godzilla however, had already appeared in my living room the prior week when my three year old brother took scissors to my six foot train because he wanted to cut something. Trust me I wanted to cut something too!! I snatched the powder blue bra from the washer and decided there was nothing I could do. I was going to hang it to dry over night and laugh about it years later. A disappointed tear fell down my cheek and as I wiped it away I thought I just want to go to my castle to marry my prince... and live happily ever after surrounded in blue bras...
Shock was the only thing that stopped Bridezilla from storming Tokyo with death defying fireballs. Her cousin, Godzilla however, had already appeared in my living room the prior week when my three year old brother took scissors to my six foot train because he wanted to cut something. Trust me I wanted to cut something too!! I snatched the powder blue bra from the washer and decided there was nothing I could do. I was going to hang it to dry over night and laugh about it years later. A disappointed tear fell down my cheek and as I wiped it away I thought I just want to go to my castle to marry my prince... and live happily ever after surrounded in blue bras...
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