Burn, Baby, Burn

I went out this weekend and bought some clothes. One of my husband's mother's sister's husband has brain cancer, and we are trying to get everything ready for whenever he dies. I bought a black dress and a black skirt. The Girl picked out a black skirt and suit jacket, plus a couple of things for every day wear. Mostly what I got was unmentionables. Bras, if you want to know the details. All mine are wore out. They don't stop the flopping anymore. I think only a couple of my old bras are worth keeping. The rest of them are out of here. The Girl thought we should burn them in the Olympic flame, but I don't think so. I thought maybe we could have an ugliest bra contest, or ugliest underwear contest so the guys could enter, too. Or we could hook them all together and use them for the badmitton net, or they could be the finish line for the races.

Probably not though. I think they are just going in the trash where they belong.