on saturday (yes, because we're that awesome) adam and i were watching bridezillas* and in two different episodes, the bride could not fit into her dress. this is not like an inch because the final fitting was a hair off- this was several inches of lapse where the zippers would not meet. in one show, the bride wanted her parents to "just" buy her another dress, in which she proceeded to go to the asian buffet and have three plates of food the day before her wedding. well, mama wasn't going for it and bought her a $95 girdle and stuffed her in it like sausage and casing.
so, of course, i love to judge reality tv- without hesitating i proclaim, "i bet that i could still fit in my dress."
quick to call my bluff, adam says, "let's do it- it's in the closet." (who the hell keeps their wedding dress in the coat closet? damn!)
well, folks, i'll be the first to admit that it was tight, but after nearly 10 years and two kids later, the dress still fits. it did zip and with minimal rib removal, it would probably be just fine.
so later, slightly bothered by this, i say to adam that perhaps i "shouldn't have had three pieces of pizza." he adds, "or the litre of pepsi." (thanks for the support, honey) hmmmm....
brides, lay off the buffet.
oh, and hire a wedding planner :P i won't judge, i promise.
* aka my "research" (according to adam)
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WHERE'S THE PROOF?!?
My dress still fits...and yes, it is in my closet too.
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