I'm with vw -- I sort of want to get married just so I can have Aimee in it and say, "Hey, you know? Show up at some point. It'll be cool."
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I'm shaving my head. And putting a ribbon around my bald, shiny head.
She said as much. She doesn't want us bitching about her to each other.
She should stop giving you guys so many reasons to bitch. Paranoid fuckwit.
Ooh, you could paint your scalp! You could even use the wedding colors!
Ooh, you could paint your scalp! You could even use the wedding colors!
You could just dye your hair in the wedding colors.
Brown, silver and ivory!
Thanks, Cashmere. That helps a lot.
DH, by the way, is totally supportive of the not working thing. All worries about the rightness of it are from inside my own brain.
Don't ask don't tell, Aimee. She's going to be very surprised when she realizes on her wedding day that she has no idea what anyone not her is doing. Or maybe not so much with the realizing, but if she's thinking about what her bridesmaids are doing while she's doing her last minute get ready dance, she's one hell of a multitasker.
Oh she'll know what we're doing - the wedding planner will tell her.
That she'll have the energy and attention at that point to care is what I find incredible. My bridesmaids could have sprouted wings and flown around the room while I was getting ready and I doubt I'd have known until I saw it in the pictures.
She put "narc on the bridesmaids" in the wedding planner's job description?