Mammalian protrusions tonight in rm 263!

My lack of writing these last several days is due to a few things:
1. My BF was here two nights this week
2. I had parent-teacher conferences last night and today, and I stayed at my parents' house
3. I have nothing to say

Parent teacher conferences usually provide some pretty good fodder for the blog. This time, however, I had only a few appointments, all with level-headed parents who committed none of the following blog-o-licious offenses:

1. Stare at my boobs
2. Blame their child's poor performance on me
3. Have one eye that had a flap of skin sewn over it
4. Shake my hand with a sweaty palm
5. Scratch their privates

All of these things have happened to me at one time or another, and #3 was pretty unsettling. In fairness to the people responsible for #1, I unintentionally invited the shocked, open-mouthed stares at my chest. Allow me to explain: I wore a suit with a blue camisole under it. This camisole was new, and it was from Old Navy, which means it was cheap, chinzy and sort of deformed. But I had a blazer over it so I figured its flaws would remain hidden. As it turns out, the whole camisole remained hidden, drooping just low enough that it was nearly completely concealed by my blazer. The thing about parent-teacher conferences, however, is that you have very little time to leave your classroom to look in a mirror where you might want to, oh I don't know, apply some lip gloss, comb your hair, or find a way to contain your breasts before the next happy couple walks into your classroom. Finally at the end of the night I had time to stop in the restroom before my ride home, and it was then that I saw that I had some incredible cleavage going. I was very impressed with myself until I remembered that I was not at a bar or a club, but at parent-teacher conferences. Of course by then it was too late, so I decided to make the best of it. From there forward, I signed all emails

Regards,
Ms. J
(the one with the nice rack)