It is sad indeed when you must wear a bib to eat spaghetti. Or any other food, for that matter. I was "blessed by the boobie fairy", I think two or three times. Eating is difficult when you have a shelf that projects beyond your mouth, just waiting to catch anything that drips. The sheer acreage allows for some impressive stains. It never fails, I could have 3 bites of food left, and happen to note that amazingly, I managed almost an entire meal without dropping food on my bosom, then congratulate myself, and then SPLAT, an errant morsel of food will jump onto my cleavage. This seems especially true when I wear light colors. I can only conclude that God hates me.

Bruja