Something funny, huh?
Well in keeping with the twins and mammogram parties here is a story for you.
This morning I pulled out one of my favorite bras and I noticed that one of the little prongs was bent.

I complained to DH about it and asked if he could fix it. He let me know that I didn't have to wear a bra at all but that he could just follow me around and do the job instead.

Don't I have such a "supportive" DH?
Boy that was a really, really bad joke. Not as bad as smelly poop but I guess it will have to do for now.