The wedding dresses are coming in two weeks. Once here, they must be fitted. And, depending upon how well behaved POB (partner of blogger) and I are, let out a little. I learned about Spanx which comes in full body casts — I mean, corsets. I also learned that I cannot wear tennis shoes under my flowing dress. Really? Someone is going to make me wear heels on MY wedding day. Well, yes, if that someone happens to be POB or anyone of the Soeurs (dearest college friends). For these people, I do what I am told. SOB (sister of blogger) also can order me around, but thank G-d, she couldn’t care less about these details. What a wonderful big sister.
Can the wedding come any sooner? No, actually, because we just decided on the Save the Date cards and we don’t have a band yet.
We have a rabbi, a place, a photographer, a caterer and two unfitted dresses. I understand that if we weren’t 48 years-old with a child, there would be an epic intervention that might, if televised, rule Sweeps Month. Thank G-d we are all ready committed and this is just a public and religious affirmation.
Otherwise, I fear Kym Kardashian would be giving me nuptial tips. Of course, the only thing I know about her is that she had a short-lived marriage after a much celebrated courtship. So, I don’t need advice from her. Last thing I need is to try to keep up with the Kardashians.