a nice rack of lamb

"You know what might cheer me up?"  I said, "Maybe we could go to the mall.  I could really use a new bra."

I had a really hard day.  I had been called into work to train the new girls.  The ones who are replacing me.  I have known for a couple of months that I was being "let go," that we were "moving in a new direction," but it kind of snuck up on me.  It wasn't easy and it wasn't fun.  I held it together until I left and didn't cry for long, but it was pretty stressful.  I didn't sleep a lot the night before, so since Spencer got off early that day, we laid down for a "family nap" around 7 because I was exhausted.  My mind, however, was not.  It wouldn't stop racing, so I opted for getting up and doing something to get my mind off things.

We had just exchanged a few things and gotten me a pretty top with $2.50 cash back (hello, Orange Julius) and I was feeling pretty good about things.  Retail therapy was definitely the answer.  

"This weekend, I totally wanna build our snow fort, finally!  And we need to take our Christmas down on Monday, but we have to play in the snow first since we haven't gotten to yet.  That will cheer me up too."  

But, the universe had other plans.  I'd just asked a sales girl at Victoria's Secret to recommend her favorite push up bra and she was explaining the differences to me when I felt it coming on.  I tried to take some deep breaths and even started talking to calm myself down since sometimes it can feel like a bad panic attack.  I asked her some nonsense about memory foam...something I had read in their catalog.  Then, when it wouldn't go away, I sounded the alarm.  "Honey!" I said.  I remember him saying, "Give us just a second," and I couldn't feel my arms anymore and saw like three of Spencer.

Apparently, the sales lady was very kind and as my Knight carried me to the corner of the store, she guarded us so that nobody would stand and watch me seize.  When I came to I was super confused, you know, with all of the pink everywhere.  Spencer managed to drag me out to the car and by the time we got home I was pretty lucid, if not discouraged.  However, this one was totes our fault.  No sleep + upsetting situation = seizure.  It's an equation we know well and I should've taken an Ativan as a precaution.  

Bestie said, "Damn those Victoria's secret angels and their magnificent bras and breasts.  My hubs nearly seizes every time we walk past VS as well."

They should've at least given me a free bra.