boob envy

I used to have great breasts. They were perky, full, and actually stuck out farther than my stomach. These days they only way they'll do that is with the super deluxe padded push-up bra from Victoria's Secret that costs a million dollars. I keep telling myself that someday when I'm done having kids (and that day seems really far off right now) I'm going to buy me a nice set of boobs, just like the ones I used to have (okay, maybe bigger).

I wish somebody would have told me to appreciate them while I still had 'em. I would have bought more cleavage baring Ts.