I've had a few requests to write "The Bra Story" or "A Tale of Two Bras" here, but alas, I am way too tired, seeing as I was woken up at 3 AM by the sound of two cats procreating!
My mom-trained ears heard the alarming tune of a baby in distress, so I jerked into consciousness, thinking Riley had been sleep-walking and fell off the back porch, or some psychotic 3AM delusion of that sort, but no - it was 2 lame-o cats, DOING IT at 3 AM!!!!
I wanted to run to the front door and scream at the top of my lungs "Get that thing Neutered!" to anyone within the range of my irritated-woken-up-too-early-in-the-morning voice. But of course, my 3AM body was cemented to the bed, and rationale soon took over "Remember, Patti, you are the new neighbor, you don't want people to know how psycho you are when you are disturbed from your slumber...yet".
So, I apologize, oh growing fetus of mine, but I need to get some caffeine in our bloodstream. Hopefully it won't effect you too much in the long run. Just kick me some more in the bladder if you're offended!