Julie has convinced me to share this with you.
Last night, I was at work and it was a few minutes before my show. I stretched, heard something pop and then realized things had gone wrong. BOYS, THIS IS WHERE YOU'LL WANT TO STOP READING.
I looked around to see what it could have been, and then realized it was ... wait for it ... MY BRA.
That's right. It popped, the underwire stabbed me, and the cup connector tore. What's strange is that this was a relatively new bra and it was quite comfortable - until it self destructed. Luckily, I had a sweatshirt on to cover up (it's crazy cold in the newsroom). My girls apparently wanted to break free. I'm just glad it didn't happen during a meeting!