Reverse Sex Appeal

So the other day I was wearing my sports bra (the pullover kind) while I was packing up the house. I kept thinking that I seemed very very boobalicious. Even the iPod I usually dropped into the abyss of my cleavage when I didn't have pockets was softly nestled between jiggly boobies. All day long I was pouring forth from the bra...I literally had to scoop them back in (I now scoop as opposed to the way I used to just sort of place the bra over the boobs). I showed Tim and then had to endure him sneaking up on me all day while I had my headphones on and poking me in the butt. When I was finally getting undressed to shower that night I checked it out one last time in the mirror. Damn! How did I ever work out in this? Then I found out the answer: I had the bra on backwards. All day. Because I am a genius.