I’ve made lots of drop-offs of donations to Goodwill over the years – usually coinciding with our moves. The donation I made yesterday is easily the most embarrassing. I may have skidded my tires during my haste to get out of there.
What was in my bag of generous donations, you ask? Eight bras. Eight bras that are now too large, because Baby Jo seems to have stolen a cup size. Whenever I ask her to give it back, she just smiles and puts her hands in her mouth. She’s not talking, so I gave up hope. It was time to cut ties and accept the size Baby Jo left me.
I hope the woman/women that purchase my donations will rock those undergarments. As for me, I’m learning how to rock these deflated balloons.