Done
- Ordered my bridesmaid dress
- Ramped up the running
- Ramped up the diet
- Bought killer high heels that might, indeed, kill me. I'm already 5'10....being 6'2 shouldn't be a big deal but in the heels, I feel safer going down my stairs like a 2-year old: on my bottom.
- Had a trial run for an updo. Um...we'll try again.
- Drooled over the registry
- Learned the rumba! Yep! George Clooney and I will face any of you wedding guests in a rumba-off! Nobody puts Baby in a corner!
To Do:
- Buy up all the limes and mint I can find for the late night mojito bar I'm setting up in my hotel room
- Write down every single embarrassing story I can remember about my brother. Make 300 copies.
- Buy tissues. This little wedding might make this temporary-6'2 bridesmaid/sister cry like a baby.
Lol. We can handle this 1 of 2 ways...
ReplyDeleteThe fun way:
I have a mint plant on my deck that I would be willing to trade for all 300 copies. Drink mojitos and have a blast!
The mean way:
I will paste 300 "Do not serve this woman" posters at Trader Joes. You just don't walk into my town and start a war!