I need to work. I need to write. I’m on deadline. But I have bigger issues. Or actually, smaller, saggy, deflated ones. Bumpy, lumpy cyst filled boobs. Husband is a self-proclaimed boob man. He likes boobs, big ones. Apparently, with me, he chose the filler between the ears over the fluff inside the bra ‘cuz really, the only time I had enough boob to bounce was when I was pregnant.