Praise, add 35 to that. (Okay, so I'm odd. Makes shopping for foundations a never-ending adventure. What I'd like to know is, when did bras get to be so damn expensive! And why is it so hard to find one that FITS!)

If women ogling men is of any health benefit, I will probably live forever. Yes, I'm married, but I ain't DEAD! Already told Mister if Mel Gibson's wife dies (because he probably will never divorce her), he'll be in big trouble. Mister, that is.

I may have been ogled once or twice. Mister freely admits to ogling me on an ongoing basis, but of course, that's his job. He admits to admiring shapely women; although, one evening we went to a restaurant and a woman in his line of view was VERY well-endowed and falling out of her blouse (which was actually a swimsuit, it turned out). He switched places at the table so his back was toward her.

"I can't look at that while I'm eating," he said.