Luckily (in that respect, at least), I've never gotten married. However, once when I had a horribly painful sore throat and cough my mother gave me a lecture about the calories/sugar content of cough drops.
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Did you stuff one up her nose?
When I planned my wedding my mother only wielded her power twice: She added an entree to the meal and insisted I order the flavor of ice cream I liked best.
Damn, what a great Mom I have.
Cough drop up the nose ... wonderful idea! I'll use it the next time she pulls that! or at least threaten it (she usually pulls this stuff over the phone).
Sparky - you do indeed have a good mother!
and insisted I order the flavor of ice cream I liked best.
Good mom!
She and I seemed to be in agreement that the ice cream flavors deserved more consideration than what I wore.
eta: So, Hec, what flavor(s) gelato did you end up with?
My mom may be a little crazy-making, but damn--she's always been supportive of me no matter how much I weighed.
Don't forget to hide the evidence, Aimee. Handiest spot will do.
My advice, conversely, would be not to hide the evidence but to make an example of the evidence, possibly by leaving it at the crossroads with a bell-ringing town crier shouting out the terrible crime that brought about such an end.
I shudder to contemplate what this says about the difference between the way Cindy thinks and the way I think. I don't think it's terribly flattering to either of us.
Ha. "It's till death do us part. You die, we part."
For those that were at the LA F2F, I think it's time for me to retire the Bitch Coat.