She's the one with no boobs!

Recently my husband came home from work astonished to find out that I knew Stumpy. Stumpy is a guy who was a senior in high school when I was a freshman-TWENTY FOUR years ago. (Stumpy is also his nickname--I don't know if its based on any one particular event or personal attribute--I don't care to know.) Why yes indeed I did know who Stumpy was and had, in fact, told my husband that about a month prior.

it seems that while waiting for our pizza to be done Stumpy and my hubby struck up a conversation about who it was my husband was married to. Apparently, the conversation went something like this:

Stumpy: So you're married to Angie?

Hubby: yeah.

Stumpy: She's the one with no boobs, right?

Hubby: Well, she has boobs now.

Shared laughs ensue.

Why does this bother me so much? Well, for one thing I barely knew Stumpy when I was in high school and for another its been TWENTY FOUR YEARS! To know that TWENTY FOUR YEARS later the thing that I'm remembered for is my lack of boobage kind of bugs me!

Now, in his defense, my husband did come to the defense of my bustline. He did state that I had filled out in said areas, but he then laughed about the conversation and replayed it all night long.

I'm used to being labeled. Being the oldest of three girls who's names all begin with A we were often called things other than our names. I'vebeen number one, squirt, Charlie Brown, the smart one and the oldest one. now I guess I can add the boobless one to the list as well.