Also a clothing size I haven’t seen since high school: I am now wearing a freakin’ A-cup. It’s…. a training bra. I remember when I finally got to wear a 32B — seventh grade. But apparently my little vampire children sucked that extra cup size right outta me. Literally.
Then again, my clothes look a little better, because my bra’s not all gappy. But Jerry just asked me what grade I got on my social studies quiz and if I’m going to study hall later. What a jerk. 😀