When You Are Too Thick And The Bra Disappears

According To My 87 Year Old Ma, A Bra's Beauty Gets Lost In The Boobs

I will keep this one short and sweet. It’s been about twelve hours since we rebranded, and I am ready to go outside and ignore both conversations AND my Ma. Everything was changed. From Facebook pages to Ko-Fi accounts to Substack themes. Everything. ANYWAY…

If you are unaware, this endeavor is an effort to keep my 87 year old mother’s mind as strong as a wild bear, which she might have been in a different life. However, she did complain that on the news show, on occasion, she sounded like, “…a dumb, old lady. An idiot. So stupid!” I get it, Ma. That’s not what I want. So we pivot.

I told Ma that she didn’t need to stress out over these recordings anymore. She could speak freely without worrying that her bingo friends might disown her if we selectively picked out the best exchange. If she sounded confused or inarticulate, I’ll cut it. No problem. Don’t worry ‘bout it. I got you, Ma.

We picked out three topics, talked about each for about ten minutes, and then I chose this one. The other two were Margaret Thatcher thatching around and the Tijuana poop water that was making it’s way up the coast for a vacation in, on, and around Imperial beach. But boobs and their support won in the end. Boobs always win in the end.

I will attempt two convos a week. I hope you like.

AA