Has anyone seen my bra?

I’ve lost my bras. All of them. I cannot find a single, stupid boulder holder (although these days they’re more like pebbles) to reign the girls in this morning.

Do you have any idea how uncomfortable it is to try and get ready without a bra? I feel like I’m just bumping around, looking under cushions, wasting time, unable to make my brain work until everyone is settled down for the day.

I can’t seem to do my hair or fold clothes or feed the kids. All I do is wander around hoping one of my missing catch-all’s will show up in a likely place, like the dryer or the backseat of the car.

The June Bug seems to be especially interested in them these days, maybe she ran off with one. Don’t ask me how a person loses all her working bras without noticing. I guess I could pull out something fancy and uncomfortable, but come on. That would be like spending the day in a dance costume. I’d rather wear a girdle.

You know, it would be just like my husband to hide them and think he was really funny. He’s not funny. And I’m telling you right now, if I find out he’s the responsible party, he won’t be invited to the “party” any time soon.