Thought it was just gonna be another blah day . To my pleasant surprise you, er, put out... another boob story. I'd forgotten the slightly 'less than' nature of inner water, bodies, IE Lake Michigan. You captured the truth of it. I too, one glistening afternoon off Sleeping Bear Dunes near Traverse spotted three mermaids gamboling over the wave swept pebbles. One, I swear, asked if there were lots of great whites. They clearly showed some careful disdain over the hard texture of the pebbles. Or were they mermaids? Point is they were definitely not from these parts.

In the end, boobs are a joy for those of us who love witnessing them. Yes, I get it that perhaps for their owners, back pain and other inconveniences do arise. But the brilliant Great Maker in the sky had something productive in mind when he/she came up with the glorious orbs. Imagine if you will if the GM in a humorless mood had placed nipples on a woman's ear lobes 8where's the love?), and there be no bikini- top filling wonders nestled there.

Thanks Amy