I hope you’re not tired of hearing about my Panache strappy top yet because I love this picture taken of my niece and me the other night. I had just run the entire block to catch the icecream truck. (He never plays his music until after he passes our house.) During my sprint, I thought, “Hey! I was right when I reviewed this top. I can run in it.”
A piece of chocolate shell fell down my cleavage with my first bite. Fortunately, I retrieved it before it melted. What foods have fallen down your cleavage?