Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my
husband that my breasts are too small.
Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he
uncharacteristically
comes up with a suggestion:
"If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet
paper and rub it between them for a few seconds."
Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in front
of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts. "How long will this take?" I
asked.
"They will grow larger over a period of years," my husband replies.
"Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts
every day will make my breasts larger over the years?"
Without missing a beat he says, "Worked for your butt, didn't it?"
I heard this before along time ago, but it's a good one to share for those who haven't heard it!
husband that my breasts are too small.
Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he
uncharacteristically
comes up with a suggestion:
"If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet
paper and rub it between them for a few seconds."
Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in front
of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts. "How long will this take?" I
asked.
"They will grow larger over a period of years," my husband replies.
"Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts
every day will make my breasts larger over the years?"
Without missing a beat he says, "Worked for your butt, didn't it?"
I heard this before along time ago, but it's a good one to share for those who haven't heard it!
~Accepting design works~ 
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