Tomorrow i'll be making myself scarce for a good part of the day as the tree guys will finally be coming to take down 2 trees. My neighbors will hate me, i'm sure, after being subjected to ear-splitting chainsaw racket.

So i'll be headed to TJ Maxx, a store i rarely or never shopped at for years, even though there's one right here in town. But i discovered that i really could find decent clothes there, and they seem to be cheaper than Macy's or Kohl's. (Am I right, ladies?)

So anyway, i'll do TJ Maxx, probably some grocery shopping, maybe Agway for some bird seed. This is all assuming little kitty will not freak out with the noise. If she does, i may have to put her in the basement. It's hard to gauge now just how loud it'll be, so i'll stay home for a bit to see but will park my car in the street so they don't block me in.

An electrician is also coming in the a.m. to give me a price on the bathroom fixture. He'll likely be high-priced as he lives here in town. Whaddya gonna do? I give up. Just install the dang thing already. No one wants to come out on a Saturday anymore and i guess they all assume people are wealthy enough not to have to work or something.

I have a really funny story to tell you. Embarrassing, really. And maybe not one for the guys to read...

For at least the past 3 years now, i've been experiencing shortness of breath. Like i just can't get enough air in my lungs. Lately, like since starting my new job, it's been more of a problem and i was holding off seeing a doctor about it until my scheduled physical next month. Actually, i remember telling the doc about this 3 years ago, but the chest x-ray came back normal and he chalked it up to "stress."

Of course my fear was lung cancer, altho i'm a little young for that. And i wondered if i am a shallow breather, perhaps due to life's anxieties, it seems that i am.

Then i started thinking about an Oprah show not too long ago where she said that half the women in America don't wear the right bra size. I remeasured myself and started thinking i was one of those women. Come to think of it, and this revelation AMAZED me, I had been wearing the SAME bra size all my life, since i was in my teens! Now i'm in decent shape and maybe just 15 or 20 lbs. heavier than high school, but still, I'm 30 years older and the body has a way of reapportioning itself and, more importantly, my rib cage has undoubtedly widened.

So a week ago i went to Macy's and got bras that were both a cup size and band size bigger and BINGO. I havent' had shortness of breath since!!!!!

(By the way, do you know the average Macy's bra costs a ridiculous $32??? I found a rack where they were all priced at $12.99 and then hunted on my hands and kneese for my size.)

What i was effectively accomplishing by wearing the tight bras was what the Victorian ladies did when they cinched up those bustiers tight, tight, tight. No wonder they were always having fainting spells! Geez Louise!

So i'm happy to report i do not have lung disease. Just too tight titties. Phew. What a relief.