Brought to you by Starbucks, my best friend, & husband.
In light of Starbucks wicked awesome treat receipt, I coaxed hubby out of the house this evening to claim my $2.00 refresher. Before leaving he noted I should probably put on a bra.
Me: “Sarah doesn’t make me wear a bra when I go out with her.”
Scott: “I didn’t say you had to wear one, just cover up.”
“She doesn’t make me conform to society’s rules.”
“Oh, my God.”
Like any good best friend, I text her the entire above conversation. She agreed & further responded with the hashtags: #friendshipgoals #cesileeismyspiritanimal
While we were on the subject, I informed her I had some bras to give her that I’d outgrown since…well, my boobs decided to grow two cup sizes in a matter of months. Funny thing, if you’d have told me I’d be a C cup two years back, I would’ve thought it was because I paid $6000 to get there. Instead, we get to pay a six thousand dollar deposit for IVF.
At least my rack saved us the deposit?