so there i was, standing in the kitchen, minding my own business and washing the dishes (again with the dishes already! one would think i'm obsessed) when wade, who was in the bedroom and out of sight folding laundry, comes strutting his stuff into the kitchen,
in my sports bra.
apparently while folding laundry, he had gotten somewhat bored and a bit curious. and yes, he put on my sports bra. and then excitedly came to tell me that
"This was the end of all (his) posture problems!"
pretty sure last time i wore a sports bra, i was running 4 miles, and it actually created a posture problem to begin with. but if he wants to strap himself tightly around the chest and shoulders just to sit up straight, more power to him.
and in case you are waiting for a picture, there isn't one.
my deepest apologies.