Bad Bridesmaid: Part Gazillion
Friday, August 15th, 2008Now that I’ve had the (perhaps requisite) time to reflect upon the black taffeta bubble-skirted wedding hoopla, I’m at last ready to regale you (if anyone actually still frequents this sadly kept blog) with the details. Think: pork, country music, grown men in shorts and tennis shoes, a bride mandated dance routine, and koozies. Oh [...]
