Papa Don't Preach

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.

Watching (more like laughing my arse off) Father of the Bride

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]