Friday, January 22, 2010
So, my brother-in-law is getting married this weekend and to my shock I had been asked to be in the wedding party. I only say "shock" because I was quite certain I was of "Advanced Maternal Bridesmaid Age" for the dream wedding of a 25 year old girl... I mean woman... Girl-woman. Anyway, I am the oldest one in the wedding by 15.5 years. I could be someone's teen mother. It's humbling. Yet, through the humility, I am above all honored and full of joy to participate in such a wonderful day! I love my husband's family, my soon-to-be-sister-in-law is a DOLL and my brother-in-law and I have a very close friendship that goes back many years.
So, back to me because that is basically what my blog is all about - ME.
So, it's less than 24 hours until Wedding Day. Have I spray-tanned so I'm not Casper the Old Ass Ghost? Nope. Have I indulged in a Mani/Pedi? Um, Negative again. In fact, my nails are all broken down to the quick. And I have my period. Not sure how those things are related. Have I dyed my stupid gray roots? I gotta get on this tonight. She'll be lucky if I shave my pits and shower at this point.
I got my Spanx though. I knowz what's important here. I don't think I'll be able to eat at the wedding though. Somehow, I also forgot to diet to lose those pesky 5 pounds. So the dress I was so proud that I fit into this summer now might pop a dang stitch mid-fiesta. That's okay, because I'm quite certain I'll be the trashed Bridesmaid that everyone laughs at the next day.
Ahhhh, free booze....
Sorry, I was in my happy place for a moment.
Little did my future sister-in-law know, I don't make a very good Bridesmaid.