I even got a couple invitations WITH said saccharine sentiment on it.
And I didn't go to those weddings.
Why go to weddings of people who have no better sense than that, I say.
Anyway, the point of this is that the other night I was hanging out with my REAL best friend. We were doing shots, and absolutely cracking up. Connecting the way you actually DO with your friends, telling each other stuff that you only tell your friends with our faces and sides hurting from laughing so much. There was beer, and music and we played video games and we just had the best time. It'd been so long since I had hung out with a friend like that, just reveling in the joy of being together, I had forgotten what it was like.
The point though, is this.
I was with my husband. I turned into one of those people after all.
Apparently, I'm also going to have to start collecting bobbin head people now.
Crap. I hate those things.
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The little bobbin-head needs a goatee. And some Coke for his butt.
Just because you get sentimental doesn't mean you have to chuck all sense of style.
If you start collecting that crap I don't think your husband would want to be your friend anymore.
He'd be to embarrassed.
I hate that sappy crap too! Never was my thing. But my best friend got married and had those exact invites!!
I almost threw up on my bridesmaids dress when I saw the cake topper!
This post is so warm and fuzzy, I want to pinch your cheeks and bake you a casserole. *MUSH*
(My four year old says about sarah's gravatar: "those boys is naykid.")
Great post. I too, am one of those people now.
And one of the best parts about getting married is finding endless piles of crap to mock.
It's good to be best friends again-it's been too long. But I hate those damn things. Maybe we could go for a walk in the park, skipping and drinking and shattering as many of those little fucking statues as possible.
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