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Wardrobe malfunction
I’ve suddely discovered the joy of thick, long-sleeve T-shirts.
For a long time I wore simple thin cotton T’s under my scrub shirts. I rarely had issues — only rarely would a co-worker sidle up to me and mumble “You must be cold, sistah.”
Oops.
Since Pox and I have been exchanging sleazy erotic love notes, I’ve been smiling more, walking taller and blinding oncoming traffic with my reeeaalllllyyy pronounced high beams — thick perky bulbs that regularly scream for her wet, warm mouth (hey, it’s my blog and I’ll get as nasty as I want).
So I’ve looked for and found in a local sports store long sleeve cotton shirts — not exactly sweatshirt material, but thicker than the average T-shirt. Not too bulky under a scrub top, and definitely dims my headlight problem.