Oh lord! I leave for the wedding in three weeks and I still haven’t bought something to wear to either the wedding or the rehearsal dinner. It seemed as though I had so much time because the date was so far off but WHAM! Here it is and I have to go clothes shopping.
I should have become a nun. They have it so easy. No clothing decisions to make. No worry about mix and match. And god knows they don’t ever have to wear a bra under all those layers. If only they’d allowed sex and drugs and not been so persnickety about actually showing up for religious services, I would have so joined up.