Chick Stuff.
Aug. 11th, 2006 12:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
badstarSo Chelle calls me today asking for my email adress. Wants to send me something, won't tell me what. Then she calls me later tonight to ask if I'm next to the computer. I'm not. Steph's on it doing stuff she needs to do. I ask her to email me and I'll check it out later. But no, we can't have that. She won't be awake. Still won't tell me what is sooooooo pressing that I need to see right this second.
So I ask Steph to open another browser window so I can look at what is so direly crucial. (insert a 45-minute phone conversation where we get disconnected four times and I have to repeat every other statement because my sister is being her usual airhead self)
So it turns out that this earthshatteringly important thing is a dress. A bridesmaid's dress. What do I think of it? It's pretty. Here's a picture: http://www.therosedress.com/dresses/poly/2520/FF.jpg
So I just hopped on the computer, took another look at it, then started poking around the website. This place has one store...in California. So I can't try on the dress before ordering it. Their return policy is customer pays shipping, plus 25% for restocking. Eh...sorry, but I am not willing to be responsible for the cost of returning a dress if I can't try it on ahead of time.
There was no "Hey, do you want to be in my wedding" or "I'd like to have you in the wedding". It was "You're going to be a bridesmaid." Well, I'm assuming it's bridesmaid and not maid of honor anyway she didn't really specify who was going to be maid of honor. (not that I would expect it...actually, I never would have expected Chelle to want me in her wedding at all. Color me confounded.)
Oh, and it's going to be memorial day weekend next year. So you won't be seeing me at Playa Del Fuego or Wellspring. It only took me 45 minutes to get the date out of her. It's like pulling teeth. Impacted wisdom teeth.
So I ask Steph to open another browser window so I can look at what is so direly crucial. (insert a 45-minute phone conversation where we get disconnected four times and I have to repeat every other statement because my sister is being her usual airhead self)
So it turns out that this earthshatteringly important thing is a dress. A bridesmaid's dress. What do I think of it? It's pretty. Here's a picture: http://www.therosedress.com/dresses/poly/2520/FF.jpg
So I just hopped on the computer, took another look at it, then started poking around the website. This place has one store...in California. So I can't try on the dress before ordering it. Their return policy is customer pays shipping, plus 25% for restocking. Eh...sorry, but I am not willing to be responsible for the cost of returning a dress if I can't try it on ahead of time.
There was no "Hey, do you want to be in my wedding" or "I'd like to have you in the wedding". It was "You're going to be a bridesmaid." Well, I'm assuming it's bridesmaid and not maid of honor anyway she didn't really specify who was going to be maid of honor. (not that I would expect it...actually, I never would have expected Chelle to want me in her wedding at all. Color me confounded.)
Oh, and it's going to be memorial day weekend next year. So you won't be seeing me at Playa Del Fuego or Wellspring. It only took me 45 minutes to get the date out of her. It's like pulling teeth. Impacted wisdom teeth.
