Spring has sprung and the skies have opened with a trinkle of rain. What dodgy timing.
I'm a bridesmaid for a dear friend tomorrow. So i'm prepping the only way i know how.
Singing "White Wedding" by Billy F*&^ing Idol
Limbering up for the dance floor by performing 1980s style callestestics to Papa Don't Preach
And thanking my lucky stars i don't have to explain to my future offspring what shoulder pads are if i were forced to wear this number from "27 Dresses"
[secretly i covet the trashy-oh-so-fantastic-polyester dress and it won't look out of place in my wardrobe...but talk about walking fire hazard]