Seriously. I do.
I'm not really going to post a photo with this one because I don't think it's appropriate.
I realized that my bra squeaks two nights ago when I was getting changed into my pjs for a relaxing night of doing whatever I wanted to that wasn't caring for my kids and then eating some pazookie--chocolate-chocolate chip cookie dough with chocolate ice cream on top. Yes, you read that right--chocolate, chocolate, chocolate, chocolate.
Not that the treat of choice has anything to do with the squeaking bra because really it doesn't. I mean, it's not as though the bra was squeaking because it has a heavy burden to bear--not in my case anyway. I guess that bra was just voicing its complaint about how hard a bra works with no real appreciation. Really, 'cause it lifts me up when I'm feeling down doesn't it?
However, I don't think I can continue to live with a squeaky bra because I don't know what other people will think when they hear that squeaky noise coming from my general chest area. Some problems you don't just live with.
Good-bye squeaky bra.