We're actually going to a wedding tomorrow, which could be fun. Except for the fact that I hate even BRUSHING my hair, not to mention actually STYLING it. I become a slapstick comedy, standing there in front of a mirror, like the spy who's pretending to be a doctor, only to end up having to perform open heart surgery.
Just, you know, with hair brushes and curling irons.
The other thing is that the only dress I feel like wearing is this nice cream-colored sundress. It also happens to be my, ah, wedding dress.
So I guess that would be a double offense--wearing a wedding dress to a wedding. And while I don't especially like the bride, she's kind of scrappy and I have weak wrists. That kind of domination wouldn't even make a good blog post, people. Do you know how hard it would be to take pictures of your own ass being kicked? Tricky, at the least.
Maybe I'll just make a statement with my hair.
It actually looks like it might be easier than doing it "nicely." I'll let you know how it comes out. Or if I knock out any door frames.
***BONUS: Another reason to loathe CNN. (Or, how does THAT person have a job and not me?!)