New Word Monday & "Its all in the Underwear"

I'm back girls.
I don't mean I'm back at the office (although I am), or I'm back to regularly blogging (although I will be good and blogg everyday this week). Nope, I mean, Meg's back. That crazy-cooky, loud, sweet, concerned, affectionate, and sometimes medicated girl we all know and love is back. I feel like me today, and I'm so very thankful for that. So on to the business at hand.

A dear friend and I (you know who you are) play a game called "New Word Monday" in which we come up with a new word, well, every Monday. I guess the name of the game is pretty self-explanatory so my definition was superfolous. Today's new word is one I want to share w/ the world, not just my dear friend. My word:

HOPTIMISTIC
Definition: to be hopefull and optimistic at the same time regarding the same subject.
Used in a sentence: I remain Hoptimistic regarding the election and trust the American citizens to vote with their heads and hearts tomorrow.
You all know my views on this election and know I'm a HUGE Obama supporter. I have been since he was in the IL senate, 12 years ago. I won't preach about who you should vote for, but will once again urge you to vote tomorrow. Go early, go late. take a book and stand in line. Take the kids with you, take the kids to a friends. Do whatever you need to, but VOTE. That being said, statistics and polls show us that new voters and early voters are by and large voting democratic...enough said.

Next subject from my intriguing title: It's all in the underwear. Now, studies show that 99.4% of my faithful readers are female. For you 0.6% male readers, please feel free to skip the rest of this posting.

Did you know that 8/10 women are wearing the wrong sized bra? That means that unless you are reading this in your pjs (and kudoos to you if you are!) you are more likely than not wearing the wrong sized bra. I found out this gem of a factoid on Saturday when I got professionally fitted for a bra. I have been wearing the same bras as I was 50 lbs ago, but on the tightest settings, and it has not been working out too well. So I finally broke down, and we were at the mall anyway, so I went to the Lingere dept at Nordstroms and asked to be fitted. A lovely, perky sales girl measured me and, low & behold, I was wearing a bra 4 inches too big in the band, and 2 cups too small. WHAT???!!! 2 cups too small?? Who knew I had porn-star boobs?? I guess the fact that the rest of me doesn't resemble a born-star threw me off. But let me tell you something, a bra that fits properly changes EVERYTHING. My clothing fits better, I have better posture, and I truly look like I lost another 10-15 lbs. FANTASTIC!! So faithful readers, go out and get professionally fitted! Most department stores' lingerie dept will do this, as well as V. Secrets and other chains. It doesn't cost anything, you don't have to feel obligated to buy their bras. But -- and here is the kicker, try on try on try on. Bras, like dresses and pants, change size slightly by maker, so a 36 B won't always fit like a 36 B. Also, I found out that not all sizes will be out of the floor, so if you find something you like, don't be afraid to ask for it in the size you wear. Chances are, they have it in the back, but didn't have the room on the racks to put it out.

So -- the moral of today's posting:

VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE, and get fitted for a proper brassier!! (not necessarily in that order.)