Hey, there Glamps! I live down south and it’s so hot and buggy I want to DIE (or maybe just move to Canada).  Anyway, I’m in a bit of a pickle.  A red ant just crawled into my bra and feasted on my tit. My left boob is now red and welty and itchy. I really just want to be nekkid like the Good Lord intended me to be, but my house is infested with in-laws...11 to be exact.  How in the world do I balance being a good hostess with my need to self-care? Love, The Hostess with the Mostess Dear Mostess! Now, a swollen tittie is no laughing matter. I have it on good authority that Agnes Moorehead suffered from a similar fate on many occasion, (usually hers was an overzealous nipple lashing from a jealous lover. Aunt Hagatha hated to be played the fool, and Esmeralda had a pierced tongue. The rest i’ll leave up to your imagination.) Hence, we were gifted with the world’s most revered Muumuu. As a zoftig queen myself, I cannot overstate my love for that green and purple pi...