One of my best friends from college is getting married on Saturday. Jesse and I are heading to Minneapolis for the wedding. Since I wear jeans and tshirts/sweatshirts to work every day I have no nice clothes to wear to a wedding. Make that, "had" no nice clothes. That's right my friends, I went to the mall. I paid waaaaay too much for a pretty skirt and sweater. And because of the way the sweater is cut, I had to go buy a bra. I can't stop writing about my boobies. Anyway, I went to a department store and asked the nice woman if she had any suggestions for something that would push the girls up, yet wouldn't show with a low cut sweater. She showed me one and I went and tried it on. It worked! So I walked up to the counter to pay and she asked me how it was. Before I knew what was happening I said, "boobylicious." Jesus. This is what happens to me when I shop. I can't go to the mall ever again. Ever. Except I forgot to buy pantyhose. Shit.