Today, while in a local auto parts store (looking for fuzzy dice to hang from my 17 year old nephew's car mirror, don't ask! LOL), I was standing there talking to a salesman trying to figure out where to look when my son moves from beside me to behind me and tugs the back of my sweater at my shoulders. He informed me later than my cleavage was showing and he was trying to pull my sweater from the back so the front would be more covered. He said..Geesh..you're my mom and that man was drooling over your chest!!


For some reason I found this hilarious, my sweater was NOT low and trust me, the salesman wasn't drooling lol

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