As I was growing up, my older brothers and dad delighted in embarrassing me over sensitive "girl" stuff. Back-in-da-day, a Cathy Rigby commercial couldn't come on t.v. without one of the males in the house hollering for me to HURRY & see this important message on the tube.
You get the idea. Charming, huh?
When sorting laundry, my dad would dangle an unmentionable in the air just for comic effect, loudly inquiring, "Whose flopper stopper is this?!" Okay, maybe the Strawberry Shortcake figure on it might have given that away that it was mine and not mom's! I told that story to my kids, and now Evan keeps calling my bras "flapper snappers" on accident. What have I started? Oh yes, Grandpa would be proud.
Anywho, a friend sent me this little ditty which I thought was kinda cute:
What Religion is Your Bra?
A man walked into the ladies department of a Macy's and shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, "I'd like to buy a bra for my wife". "What type of bra"? asked the clerk. "Type?" inquires the man, "There's more than one type"? The saleslady replied that there are four types to choose from:
'There are the Catholic,
the Salvation Army,
and the Baptist types.
Which one would you prefer?'
Now totally befuddled, the man asked about the differences between them. The Saleslady responded, "It is all really quite simple......"
The Catholic type supports the masses;
The Salvation Army type lifts the fallen;
The Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright;
The Baptist type makes mountains out of molehills.'
And don't forget the German bra: