Last night at Lane Bryant …
A woman told my husband (@sonicdork) in a really spectacular Willy Wonka-like way, “You’re here for an evening at Lane Bryant!”
Man if I didn’t work in television and if all of my comedic writing aspirations dried up, I would manage the SHIT out of a Lane Bryant. People would love shopping at my store, and I would make them feel welcome, happy and gorgeous. But I would not hang up the pants on hangers, because I just have no idea how they do that.
Also when I Google Image Search Lane Bryant, half of the pics are of this fierce lady and her upper business.

Only Tumblr around where you’re going to get two blogs about Lane Bryant in a row. You’re welcome!