Pouffy Sleeves Are Also A Deal-breaker

I hate weddings.

I even tried not to have one, myself, but my husband insisted. He swears he only did it for the honeymoon.  Barbados. Yum!

Maybe it was worth it. It would have more enjoyable for me had I taken some anxiety medication or a few shots of tequila at around 8 a.m.  All of those people looking at me. Gah!
 

My little baby sister Keebo is engaged. Woo! To a really great guy who we all love and adore. Even more woo! She's a girly-girl and she's going to have a wedding, and I mean a capital W Wedding, complete with frou-frou dresses, eight (or seven) bridesmaids, garter tosses, line-dancing and a d.j. She'll have the emcee call up all of the couples to dance who've been married for 1 year, 5 years, 10, 25....They'll give out keys to all of the women at the reception and we'll have to "give back the key to the groom's heart" as it will now belong solely to her...

Cringe.

And horror of all horrors, I get to be a bridesmaid.

If I want to. She understands my issues and told me to think about it. No pressure on making a decision I've been assured. 

As long as I let her know by noon tomorrow.

Aw man, she's my little sister. I guess dyed-to-match shoes are in my future.

But if for one nanosecond she thinks I'm doing this...

Comments

[kim]

I LOVE THE CHICKEN DANCE!!!!!

It's the only cool thing about weddings - plus it reminds me of hockey!

That video, however, is pathetic.

[Kelliqua]

You are so lying! Hockey????

[kim]

Yeah - sometimes they play it when the Philadelphia Flyers score a goal at home. I mean, I'm no Flyers fan, but hockey and the chicken dance song TOGETHER? Bliss.