So yesterday I did something that approaches my idea of hell.
I went to the mall.
I know what you're thinking -- you're thinking "Wow, Tanya, I think you're a girl. You're supposed to like the mall." But as with so many things I'm supposed to like as a girl, this particular preference seems to have to passed me by. I HATE the mall. The very thought of going to the mall causes me deep apprehension.
Especially when I have to *deep breath* buy bras. Perhaps you men would enjoy this process, but, as is typical of women's garments, bras are not designed consistently across brands, let alone across different bras.
But on this particular trip, I was aided by my trusty friend Donna, who did all the hard work for me. Figuring out which bras fit well, and getting me different sizes and styles to try on while I stared helplessly at the one good bra I did find.
So, many thanks to Donna. As thanks, coming soon, a "dirty librarian" series of photos just for her. So far I've got "reading erotica" and "holding a wooden ruler" -- if anyone has any other ideas for poses that scream "librarian" or "teacher," please let me know.
