Ever have those mornings?  I'm sure you do ... the kind where you can't get your hair to behave, have to tame it into a ponytail because it needs to be washed, then as you are racing out the front door with toast in hand you realize that purple bra you chose to wear underneath your low cut gauzy wrap blouse is going to greet everyone you pass with a big "Hello!" (not to mention your cleavage, but never mind that).

That was my morning, but there wasn't anytime to go inside to try to find a black bra (to at least blend in with the shirt).  "To hell with it!  I'll use a paper clip or something!", I exclaimed, and marched to my car, then drove the short commute to the office.

As I walked up to the large glass doors I saw another cubicle dweller coming toward me from the inside.  She opened the door, held it open for me and said, "Welcome, stay for awhile!" ... her tone was perfect, it was not bright and chirpy ... it was the friendly joking voice of someone who knew what entering those doors held.

I actually laughed, which must have burst some euphoria pocket in me ... my ride up to the top floor was joyful - yes, I said joyful.  Even though this CD hasn't had her morning cup of sludge.  I plopped down in my painfully "ergonomic" chair, opened my top drawer and saw a little pin I was once given.  I used it to pin the lining of my shirt to the middle part of my bra, right at the cleavage, then laughed, because the pin reads "COSMOS".

So now I have secured a bit of modesty, only if you are looking down into my shirt will you see the tips of my purple cups ... the plump chi chis?  Well, they'll just have to greet the world today.