Holy Brassiere Batman!

I hate being restricted when I am at rest. At the end of any given day I tend to kick off my shoes and socks and peal off my under armor. In the van on our way home from Powell on Tuesday, I did just this. When we got home I grabbed my fashionable black boots, socks and any trash that I could find and went straight to the house. Riky carried the little sleeping boys in and we proceeded to retire for the night. The next morning when Riky arrived at work he grabbed his lunch box off of the center console and noticed a beautiful full support bra staring him right in the face. Holy Bra Batman! What would the guys at work think? (maybe that he is one lucky man?) My "going out bra" is securely locked in the center console of our van as I type this. I am reminded of this because we have been asked out on a double date and I can't get totally ready until he gets home with the "armored" van.