So umm...how should I say...
Yesterday, while in the process of trying to 'encourage labor' spouse removed my bra.
Quite an effort at this point I assure you.
He looked lovingly down at my uhh...'generous endowments'...and burst out laughing.
I have grown accustom to the shock and awe that comes across his face (as if a man's wealth was measured by the size of his wife's chest and he was Bill Gates) but this was a first.
Surprised and slightly offended I gasped, "What???"
He was barely able to blurt it out.
"There is food on your boob"
I looked down and there, perched on my cleavage...was a perfectly formed orange pumpkin sprinkle.
At least it was from that morning's donut.