I read today some one's theory that we all peak in maturity at 18 and then we're just playing pretend from there on. OK. I buy that. I admit that there are days were I have to remind myself that I am a grown up and have to put my big girl panties on. Other days- why bother? Especially when Miqui's around. Those days I just wear her bra.
Bra size has always been a source of contention between my sisters and I. Theirs are big and mine are well...not so big. We've nicknamed them their parachutes. It only goes downhill from there. So we're immature and only we think we're funny!? But we think we're dang funny.