Wardrobe change at intermission

I learned two things in my massage therapy orientation today.
1. I have to haul a stack of books the size of a toddler to class, one of which details (with photos) the ins and outs of a human body.
2. I cannot show my breasts at school.

I know what you're thinking, the breast showing shouldn't be a problem, but it is. I don't mean flashing people during Mardi Gras, I mean not a peep of clevage even when you lean over. Is that possible?

Oh yes, my teacher reaffirmed. You must wear OLD clothes. Or scrubs.

Ewww....

I am not a dress-down kinda gal. I like my shirts frilly -- concert tee shirts excluded -- my hair fixed, make-up applied and complimentary bangles on my wrists.

This dress code poses more than a problem. I don't own dress-down clothes. I have to acutally purchase attire that will make me look ... sloppy.

And, skip the jewlrey and perfume. I get dressed to go to Wal-Mart, this is a problem for me.

Although, if my cleavage is unaccessaible, it may cut down on how much the ball of fire pats, pokes and zerbers it. And, adorns with the occassional sticker.



My poor girls. I hope they don't sag (more) from lack of attention.