(no subject)
May. 5th, 2007 01:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
badstarMy sister is an idiot.
Seriously, do you have any idea how many headaches could have been avoided?
She told me that the dress matched her kitchen wall.
It doesn't. It's pink. Freakin' pale pink. I have a shirt in the same shade. Why on earth didn't she just say this?
But anyway, The dress is ok. We went shoe shopping. I got the first pair of shoes I looked at. I'm happy that Chelle didn't really care what shoes I got because they're technically sneakers...
The dress is floor-length, so they won't be seen, and I'd wear these again. And they were on sale for less than $20. And they're comfortable.
One thing did happen yesterday when we got up here...we went to Chelle's house, and at one point, I was standing with my back to her, she suddenly screeches "Holy shit!" loud enough to wake the dead in Zimbabwe.
Somehow "You know I have a tattoo across my shoulders and down my back." translated in her mind to "I'm going to be getting a tattoo sometime after the wedding."
Um...if I was doing it after the wedding, why would I have even bothered to discuss it with her?
So my mom's all "Couldn't you have waited until after the wedding?" And my response was "Hey, we discussed it, she said she didn't care."
And Chelle's was "Werll, you can't really remove it." Though I know that she was contemplating how she might devise a way to talk me into wearing makeup to cover it up.
And I just said "Oh well, it's there. People are gonna see it." And she said "Well, it'll give them somethign to talk about."
If all people can talk about at this wedding is my tattoo, there's something wrong.
Okay, while I'm still here, before I go over to York, I'm going to run down to the Red Rose Tasting Room and grab a bottle of wine.
Oh, My, God. I will NEVER have a beagle.
Seriously, do you have any idea how many headaches could have been avoided?
She told me that the dress matched her kitchen wall.
It doesn't. It's pink. Freakin' pale pink. I have a shirt in the same shade. Why on earth didn't she just say this?
But anyway, The dress is ok. We went shoe shopping. I got the first pair of shoes I looked at. I'm happy that Chelle didn't really care what shoes I got because they're technically sneakers...
The dress is floor-length, so they won't be seen, and I'd wear these again. And they were on sale for less than $20. And they're comfortable.
One thing did happen yesterday when we got up here...we went to Chelle's house, and at one point, I was standing with my back to her, she suddenly screeches "Holy shit!" loud enough to wake the dead in Zimbabwe.
Somehow "You know I have a tattoo across my shoulders and down my back." translated in her mind to "I'm going to be getting a tattoo sometime after the wedding."
Um...if I was doing it after the wedding, why would I have even bothered to discuss it with her?
So my mom's all "Couldn't you have waited until after the wedding?" And my response was "Hey, we discussed it, she said she didn't care."
And Chelle's was "Werll, you can't really remove it." Though I know that she was contemplating how she might devise a way to talk me into wearing makeup to cover it up.
And I just said "Oh well, it's there. People are gonna see it." And she said "Well, it'll give them somethign to talk about."
If all people can talk about at this wedding is my tattoo, there's something wrong.
Okay, while I'm still here, before I go over to York, I'm going to run down to the Red Rose Tasting Room and grab a bottle of wine.
Oh, My, God. I will NEVER have a beagle.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2007-05-05 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-05 06:51 pm (UTC)Those shoes
Date: 2007-05-05 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-06 02:03 pm (UTC)And the tattoo thing? Seriously, how many people have never seen one before that it's going to be such a big deal at her wedding? That sounds super crazy, and I'm sorry that you have to deal with related nonsense.
*hands <lj user="fuego" a virtual cookie* There. You seem to deserve that. :)