Why I love Victoria and her Secret

I hate shopping for underwear. The only thing I hate shopping for more is bathing suits.

My underwear is showing some wear and tear. I can't tell you the last time I really shopped for it. But when I do shop for it, I go to Victoria's Secret. I can walk in, get my size, and have a wide variety of choices. I know that the 38Cs will fit me, instead of me squishing my girls into what another manufacturer claims to be 38Cs. Nick convinced me to go the cheap route to replace my dwindling underwear stash.

Big mistake.

I tried five bras and a set of panties. Three of the five bras were nowhere near big enough for my chest. I looked like I was squishing two tons of shit into a one ton truck. They fit horribly. So that turned into a big waste of time. The panties were a whole different batch of fun. I read the size chart and got what should have been a slightly smaller size. I'm not quite a 12/14. I'm sort of a big 14. I took one pair out and unfolded it. Holy granny panties! I sort of hold them over my body while Nick watches and they are HUGE. So I try them on over my underwear. I can seriously hike them up to my tits. I was so pissed. I needed underwear, not five circus tents.

On the bright side, at least I got socks and two work bras.