All not to be confused with a long post.

I went to get properly fitted for a bra tonight. I've always had trouble fitting the Girls. And there's some crazy fact and/or figure floating around about how many women don't wear the right bra size. And mine seemed to be fitting less well, so I caved.

The lingerie department at my local Nordstrom wasn't particularly busy this evening, yet it was surprisingly difficult to get help at first. But once I did, I was surprised by the result of my fitting: theoretically, I was already wearing the right size. Going up a cup size wasn't going to be the solution to a better fitting bra. But going up a size in the band was, by all accounts, a success.

I was worried about sticker shock from the shopping venue. And while the models I purchased were pricier than previous years' models I've been driving, it was not as bad as I was dreading.

So the next time you see us, me and the girls should be riding high and tight.