I Want To Be You

Doesn't do us justice!

On Tuesday, I met up with some of the favorite mommies that I babysit for at Vivace for dinner and drinks. Consuming alcohol with people that pay me by the hour? You'd better believe it.

Molly, Maya, and Jen don't just support my monthly clothing budget by employing me, they also happen to be awesome. (I also babysit for a lot of other awesome ladies that aren't in the picture.) I usually end up staying at their houses for an hour or so after they return, talking about Real Housewives and drinking wine.

See, these are no normal mommies. These are super cool, slightly raunchy, fun mommies. They are hot. They give me dating advice, invite me to watch Glee with them, and let me take care of their kids. If that's not love, I don't know what is. So Molly, Maya, Jen, and the other mommies who take such good care of me: I want to be you. With my family so far away, it's been nice to get to spend time with families like yours.

We covered a variety of topics at dinner, most of which are staying in The Vault of Secrets, but one in particular is appropriate for Haughty: going out without a bra on.

This is a very dividing issue. I know plenty of tiny ta-ta'd ladies like myself who love to wear skimpy sundresses and low cut tops sans undergarments, and I just can't do it. My exact quote to Molly was:

"The Southern girl in me is just convinced that going out without a bra on means something terrible is going to happen."

Sometimes? My wisdom is astounding. But seriously. Do we need to mention Tara Reid's nip slip before everyone agrees with me? Didn't think so.

Where do you stand on the no-bra issue? (This could be a platform for the 2012 election, by the way.)