My left boob is out to get me.

He craves revenge after I injured him in a failed attempt at making farting noises with my armpit. Jangers (The left chuck. Righty being named 'Bo', of course), I am afraid, continued to get in the way of my cupped right hand, strategically placed within my left armpit to get maximum simulated-farting-noise fud-fud power.

Naturally, I apologized. I kissed him better. I even put a shiny sticker on him, just to show no hard feelings. But that just. wasn't. enough. Oho, no. Jangers wouldn't be satisfied till I had suffered public humilation--and he didn't need to wait long for the perfect oportunity.

Dad took Jules and the family to a nice restuarant,  since this was her last night with us. Food was
good. View was nice. Waiters were great. PurRrRRrrrRRrrRRr. ::waggling of eyebrows::

Jules an I were just starting to sit down at our table (Cute Waiter awaiting us) after returning from the ladies room when Jangers struck. As I leaned over the table, so as to skootch my chair under my ass, Jangers dived into my  Coke-a-Cola drink, pulling it over as I lurched backwards. Cascades of Coke...uh...cascaded out of the cup, over the table,and, almost as if it were being pulled there by a celestial force (possible connection between the cosmic forces and my  left pap? Hmmmm....), straight into my vulnerable lap.

Cute Waiter failed miserably in controlling his laughter.

Touche, Jangers. Touche.
 

Erika Moen shares the saga of her Boobs.