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May 21, 2008
It's like puberty, but much, much later.
My mother started talking to me about my bridal shower when I got first got engaged. Immediately I imagined this horrific scenario of women all attending a brunch wearing their Sunday Best. The theme of this nightmare shower was "Easter Hats" and I was sitting in a white wicker chair wearing a floral, tea-length dress with a large blue hat on my head.
Immediately I told my mother I wanted a BBQ in my brothers back yard, and that both men and women would be attending. She was displeased.
As the time gets closer, and my best friend has gotten involved in the shower planning process, I am a little more comfortable with the idea. I've found a restaurant I like that has a lot of open spaces, so we're not all crushed together. I also bought.... a floral dress that I am looking forward to wearing.
I've changed my mind about having the boys attend, and am actually looking forward to a day with the girls. In short, I'm getting concerned with how this wedding is changing me into... a girl.
Should i start understanding the difference between blush and pink, or mauve and wine, please deposit me by the nearest batting cages, remove me of my floral dress and put me in some dirty jeans.
Thank you.
Posted by lysa at May 21, 2008 10:01 AM
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Says the girl who just recently cursed out Chipper Jones, ate a couple of F-in canoles without a care, wore overalls all day long even to bed!, and told Katherine Heigl during the movie Knocked Up to calm the hell down b*tch (well okay she told the tv not the actress but its just as good, its just as good).
Posted by: booboo at May 21, 2008 10:36 AM
Come over to the dark side ;)
Posted by: Robyn at May 21, 2008 5:57 PM
mmmhmmm.. sure. 'cuz you are SOOO butch. ;-)
Posted by: scottie at May 21, 2008 8:07 PM
I love you?
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Posted by: Kristen at June 11, 2008 8:34 AM