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?