Back cleavage.

Today I discovered something which I did not believe existed until now.

And that thing is... (drumroll please)

Back cleavage.

Now, usually, I try not to be (too) mean about people. Quite frankly I hate it when people bitch, specifically when people bitch about me, but for some reason this sighting both enthralled and fascinated me so much that I feel compelled to dedicate a whole blog to it.

Walking through the doors of Ikea, I saw a woman who was not particularly large, but she was wearing a top with a low back which just so happened to display the fact that... she had cleavage. On her back. It looked like her boobs had retreated behind her. Or her bum had been moved up a foot.

Worried about the state of my back in years to come, I decided to google it (yes I really do have nothing better to do with my time) and apparently it's quite common.

Well, I guess you learn something new every day.

Oh, and I got into Lincoln, and yes, my excitement about this fact is about equal to that of my back cleavage discovery.