Xena's latest trick is hopping on my back while I'm leaning forward over the bathroom counter to put in my contacts. The word "No" is apparently not in her limited vocabulary.
It would almost be kind of cute except that she uses her claws for purchase, and she really wants to stay once she's up there. While bra shopping over the weekend, I discovered that I have no small number of scratches and punctures on my back and shoulders, thanks to her.
Speaking of bra shopping (guys, you can skip this part), I'd been reading over the past couple of weeks about Suzanne and Monkey going for professional fittings and I decided it was time I did the same, even though they had mixed results.
I went to Nordstrom because it was the only place I could think of that would offer bra fittings. It was Saturday afternoon, I happened to be dressed up because I'd been to a memorial service, and I hated to waste the chance to shop in a nice department store while not looking like a dirtbag who needs to keep her hands in plain sight for the security cameras.
It turned out that the size I'd been wearing was wrong in both directions: the band size was too big and the cup size was too small. Of course, I'm sure that'll change again the instant I get out and start exercising regularly, but it's awfully nice to be this comfortable for now.
We won't even talk about the ridiculous amount of money I spent on two bras. I tried on different ones for what seemed like hours, and I was happy to fork over any amount for the two that fit and looked decent under a t-shirt.
I don't know where to go with this narrative after a digression like that, so I suppose I'll stop here and get ready for work, shutting Xena out of the bathroom beforehand. Enjoy your Monday!