floating bobs...

I bought a new Bob-jock ( brassiere) the other day. My niece Anjali took me to a full-fuff and elmer (posh) undergarment shop. I say superb place, men! She has been telling me to purchase a push-up bra. One of those one's that are with the padding. These days my bob's are hanging a bit low, no and looking like a flat pancake. I am not interested in pushing up anything these days, but sweet, no, of her to care about me like that. This day and the age young people don't care about us oldies at all. Anyway I bought a lovely bob-jock. And my the goodness, superb, no, my bobs looked!!!! Like that Baywatch girl with the squeaky voice. I feel so young men, on the outside at least. Of course the other day I was out in my glad-rags ( fashionable clothes) and lifted my left arm to adjust my wig, which had not been pinned on to my scalp too well (I was in a rush)...anyway next thing my left bob has slipped under the padded bra and hanging free, facing the toes. Hell of a how do you do, no! I was in a big fluster, but then to see, from the outside all looks normal. Bob-jock is all pert and looking like Pamela Anderson's bobs, even though my actual bob is floating in a world of its own. What a relief, men, that no one noticed.