Dawn Is Me

Tonight’s dinner table conversation was very interesting. Even educational.

It started out with Gina complaining that her boobies were now jiggling enough so that they were starting to hurt if she jiggled them too much. That launched a discussion on the relative merits of different cup sizes for females with pro athelete ambitions, differing styles of sport bras, and gravity. From there, it was a small step to boobs that speak to strangers, followed very naturally by finding names for such friendly boobs, and we ended dinner with the entire family trying to come up with a catchy pair of handles (no pun intended) for those parts of Gina’s anatomy.

As far as I can tell, Gina still hasn’t come up with names for her boobs. I’m not sure if she’d tell me if she did. (Um … Prancer and Dancer?)

I’ll say this for the people I live with: they’re not dull.