FedEx Me to my Ex

Well, I guess the up-side to spending three weeks trapped in P.O. Box HELL, plus another week recovering in rehab, is that I had plenty of time to think. (When I wasn't busy fending off bra-nappers, that is!)

And in my forced state of isolation, I reflected on all that's happened to me since becoming a Traveling Bra...and most of it's been great...but I've come to the conclusion that I am still harboring some unresolved feelings (i.e. resentment) towards my "Ex" and that nasty falling out we had almost one year ago. I sure can't travel lightly if I'm hauling that old baggage around, now can I? It's high time I get this burden off my chest! So, my next stop will be my old hometown, Chico, California where I plan to take the bull by the horns and finally set things straight between us.

As I bid a nostalgic Ta-Ta (again) to Petaluma, I was thankful that my happy little Italian chaperon chose to slip me into a sturdy, trackable, fully insured FedEx envelope. I'm not dinking around with the U.S. Postal Service anymore either! Maureen, the owner of Petaluma Mail Depot, was a real hoot (as I have found is usually true with gals of the Irish persuasion.)

However, I'm not too sure what this sign on the door was referring to...but it better not have been me! I'm telling ya, I am not in the mood to be mocked right now!!! And frankly, I'm proud of my big black beautiful bodacious doubleD voluptuousness!

OK, I'll admit, I'm just a bit nervous (i.e. crabby) about this little reunion with my "Ex"....the last one being such a bust and all. I'll keep you all abreast of this situation as it develops. Until then, dear friends and loyal supporters....carry on! And don't take any crap from anyone!

~Olga, the Traveling Bra