Chelsea hangs on, but Sheva falls apart. It’s raining in my favourite London neighbourhood, and I feel as though there are many years of toil ahead of me – until I can walk back from the game in my wellingtons and say, “I’m home.” Sundays and football always make me want to be home – until I realize that I have no idea where that might be.
*pout*
Natalia A. 
Sorry, this is going to sound awful. But I read this post thinking, “Who’s Chelsea? And Sheva?”
And then I realize they’re the names of your breasts.
Am I right?
I am not trying to make a funny here. It’s the only thing that works with your description, with Chelsea being the good perky breast and Sheva being the one that sagged off.
You inspired me to name my breasts, too.
LOL
Well… If you check the tags they say, among other things, “footie.”
And my breasts are named Kiki and Cici. 😉 But I wouldn’t mind re-naming one of them Sheva, if he ever scores a goal again.
I figured you’ll keep losing sleep until I tell you what I named my breasts. Since you care so much I guess it wouldn’t hurt for me to share:
Right tit: Gwydion, named after the Welsh Celtic God of warriors and magic.
Left tit: Dziewona, a Polish goddess.
They look beautiful in your sentence:
“Gwydion hangs on, but Dziewona falls apart.”
Another sentence, I hear you ask? No problem:
“Gwydion & Dziewona are often referred to as happy pillows.”