I wasn't staring. Your chesticle area was merely a placeholder for my gaze while my mind puzzled out a socially acceptable way to say, "Stellar rack, madam. Howzabout you lemme slap one of those magnificent sweater melons?"
It was actually above zero today! It reached 38! So, I began Spring cleaning. Washed the ceiling and walls, moved all the furniture and did the hard wood floors. I even was able to open a window. Coming home tonight, it smelled like fresh air.