Panties, and Fake-Domestic Violence

None of the dudes out there know what it's like to purchase women's underthings. I heard that my bridal friend recently spent just about forever finding the bustier that fit both her ribcage and her breasts properly to go under her wedding dress. And don't get me started on the bustiers! Why must they always leave you with 1950's looking triangular shaped CONE tits?

I have my own panties situation. My bridesmaid dress is a little on the sheer side. Most of my formalwear revolves around wearing black (for orchestra, for quartet, for funerals) it's just so all purpose. Well I have plenty of black panties that would be suitable for the sheer light colored bridesmaid dress, but I'm afraid in an outdoor wedding, and with the flash from cameras, black will show through.

So I went to good ol' Target in search of closer to flesh colored panties. Can you IMAGINE how many choices there are?!?!? And the newest ridiculous thing in panties is to TAG them to the hanger, so that they can not be tried on without cutting off the tags. WTF? How can I not try them on? I ended up buying ONE HUNDRED dollars worth of moderately inexpensive Target panties. I can see dropping that at Victoria's Secret, but Target??? I think the first pair I tried on (in the comfort of my own home) is the winning pair too. Thank god....

I went to a super cool roof-top movie viewing with MK last night and it was so different, and really fun. The movie part was fun. Figuring out how to get to the rooftop was less fun.

We saw the closest doors to where we parked, and tried to enter. They were locked. But two people were about to exit them, and we were going to get in that way. They guy opened the door for me to get in, but somehow (with the weight and force of my WHOLE body behind it) I scraped my arm against the lock on the door. I instantly knew it was very, very, bad. "That's going to leave a mark...."

Almost immediately it was swollen about an inch off my arm (beneath my shoulder) and purple for about 3 or 4 inches long. This is the kind of bruise that tends to linger on my pale, pale skin for MONTHS. And I have to be in a wedding in a month! And it does look like I'm the victim of domestic violence. It looks JUST like a painful grab to the upper arm.

After I got home, I iced it for about 30 minutes, and slathered it in arnica and lavender essential oils. When I woke up this morning it looked less severe (in my mind) than right after it happened.

I met my dad so we could walk the dogs and he took one look at my arm and said, "Is there a bad boyfriend that I don't know about?" and I told him how I was trying to walk through a doorway and he replied, "You need better drugs. You should be able to CLEAR a doorway."

Another friend saw me this afternoon and said, "Ouch! What happened to your arm?" and I said, "You should have seen the other guy!"

I'm continuing to oil it. Hopefully this thing never turns green and goes away before wedding photo-mania begins!