the day I was 'attacked'

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It was a horror of a day. There I was, minding my own business, yet enjoying the delights of an eighteen month old Toddler Niece and a Nanna at the end of her tether, when disaster struck. Oh, woe the tragedy. It came out of nowhere, this long, sharp and thin piece of metal. Stab you, I shall! it laughed somewhat gleefully. Ouchy! I said. Haha, there is lots more ouchy where this came from! chortled the long, sharp and thin metal. He continued to stab me throughout the day. I continued to ouchy throughout the day. Occasionally I was able to swipe at the long, sharp and thin metal and force him into submission. This lasted a matter of minutes and then he would somehow find the nerve and the ability to stab me again. If I hadn't been in public I would have throttled him, but alas, I could merely adjust. And now one of my favourite bras has toddled off to Underwear Heaven {or maybe Hell, based on his shenanigans} no more to stab me with the supportive {yet evil} underwire. *sad face*