This could turn out to be my most embarrassing day ever

I’ve lost my bra. That’s right. I took it off last night and now it’s gone. Can’t find it. Looked everywhere I’ve thought to look and it’s just not there. Maybe I shouldn’t have left it on the coffee table after taking it off in the living room last night while watching TV. Don’t all moms do that? Please tell me yes.

Me thinks little hands may have confiscated it. Drat.

The wayward bra is a Victoria’s Secret. No, I don’t indulge in expensive undergarments on a regular basis. This particular bra I bought a few months ago was in celebration of weaning Lucy. It’s a regular bra, with no flaps. All you nursing moms out there know what a big deal this is. To wear a normal bra after a year of “lift-the-flap” is a welcome change.

This is could prove to be the Most Embarrassing Moment in my life. I have visions of Edmund or Peter producing the brassiere as some type of plaything when we are all singing “Happy Birthday” at the birthday party this afternoon. Or maybe it’s outside hanging from a tree. Or maybe it’s mixed in with the toddler’s toys.

Lord, what a day this is going to be.