Dear lady in the Target snack bar who thought wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt under a short-sleeved T-shirt would provide enough support for your very large breasts:
Sorry. You looked like a very nice lady, but you were at least two cup sizes bigger and probably five or six years older than me, and I can't pull that one off. Next time, wear a bra.
Your sister in sagginess
In other news, I don't think I should ever be allowed to go to Target and the supermarket in one afternoon. It drains me. When we came home, I had to spend some time sitting on the sofa and restoring myself with chocolate-chip cookies while G watched something called The Shiny Show on our cable company's BBC Kids on Demand channel. (IT'S A JOINING-IN SHOW, or so the puppets yell at least once per episode.) If G were taking one of those surveys that ask you to name your guilty pleasure, little-kid television would definitely be hers -- while all her friends are watching That's So Raven and Hannah Montana, she's secretly gorging herself on episodes of Blue's Clues and Little Einsteins, plus stuff like The Shiny Show that is clearly intended for toddlers. Not that I mind; I just think it's funny that a kid her age is already a fan of something that would embarrass her if other people knew about it. :)