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Guest Post by Wendy from Let the dog in!

Um, hi.  Is this thing on?  thump, thump

Megan decided that I could Let the Dog In over here at her house, so here we are.  Becca's paws are a little muddy.  Do you know where she keeps her vacuum?

Well, anyway, we're here to discuss a topic near and dear to my heart (and yours) -- boobs.

A friend (male) emailed me this article suggesting a new use for a baking sheet and a bowl of warm water.

No, we are not making pizza dough.

We are measuring our boobs.

Oh, it's all scientific like and stuff.  With a valid purpose--better bra fit.  Some scientist figured out how various amounts of displaced water equal different bra cup sizes.

Not that I am against better fit.  It's just that 30 years into this bra-wearing deal, I have come to acknowledge that bras just don't fit boobs.  Or mine, anyway.  Or not for long, like five minutes.  Especially after decades of walking briskly and years of milking work.

Let's just say at this point I'm thankful there weren't jump rope teams when I was a kid.

Whether it's poking, digging, or slipping up or off, some aspect always fails on any bra I buy. 

And the bras aren't all to blame either.  My boobs' sizes (yes, individually, freak that I am) change as much as Sybil on speed.  Why, just look at me funny and they'll change. Okay, not that way, but that way, maybe.....

Of course, I am all for scientists saving the world (they will, right?!? I'm counting on them!), but somehow this seems more like some grad student's dream thesis.  Cooked up over spring break.  Right after the wet t-shirt contest.

Perhaps, the purpose really should be to improve your relationship with your mate since this will probably be a fun time for two (people, that is), even if not useful in a sartorial way.

Just be sure to use warm water.

Be sure to visit Wendy over at Let the dog in! for humorous reflections and stories from a Bainbridge Island, Washington, family of 3 plus dog.