mick

So, my friend, who assured me that she was going to be "low key" and "not picky" about bridesmaid stuff, which is why I accepted, suddenly expects a pretty ugly dress (which, fine, I might -- MIGHT -- be able to deal with on its own) with clashing shoes. Because ... she hates me? She's messing with me? What the heck.

Before any brides get all self-righteous about it being her day and all that, we're all over 30 and like Murtaugh, I'm too old for this sh*t.

Elopement looks better all the time.

Not really a question, just exasperation.