  either my boobs grew over night or this bra shrank...either way as soon as I get in the car I'm ripping this freakin' bra off and tossing it out the window. maybe I'll write my phone number on it and some lucky finder's keeper's will call me. lol. what kind of sick puppy would call a phone number they find written on a bra that's lying on the side of the road? sick world we live in. 
