If I owned Heaven and Iowa I'd rent Heaven and Live in Iowa
Actually spending time with the to be in-laws wasn't that bad. The boy's dad bought me steak and tried to load me with fake tupperware on a spinny rack. He also attempted to help me find the value of a $30 rubber rolling pin. Even the fact that it was bright pink did not convince me. Did I mention that every time I turned on the tv in that house it was on QVC? (the equivolent of the home shopping network) At one point the boy's mom went upstairs to find her ring that had the same bluish color as mine--she came back down with a handful of her QVC treasures. Later she complained that she could never afford to go to Spain with us. Hmm. And yet she could rival Mr. T's bling and blind young children.
I went to a baby shower. No, not for the boy's sister in law who looks like she could pop at anytime. Nope--for the boy's good friend. Why was I invited you ask? Because the boy is, well, a boy and I am not. I won the first game--using string to guess how big the mother-to-be's belly is. Note to people planning my bridal shower: this is not an appropriate game for ALL showers. I opened my prize--plastic bibs. I turned to by future sis-in-law and whispered "Is this for me, or are we, like, supposed to give it to the mother-to-be?" We decided my prize was to be handed over. Now, I've only been to one other baby shower before--for a high school friend who just turned sixteen (which, by the way, certainly seems like a good reason to have a party, though I'm pretty sure my mom would have thrown a "What the hell did you do to you life" party for me)--and we got gifts like nail polish and bubble gum. What do you usually get at these things? Are the prizes supposed to really just be more presents for the one person in the room who's already got a stack of cool new stuff? Riddle me that one.
We had lunch at the boy's grandparents' on Sat. At some point I asked about baby pictures, especially naked ones, of the man I'm about to wed. Though it was a negative on the nudie photos (I'll just have to take my own!) we did find his grandpa's old pictures from when he was stationed in Hawaii just after Pearl Harbor. His grandpa was wearing a navy uniform. And he was really tan. And he had dark, dark hair. Umm... yeah, the boy's grandpa was hot. Let's hope our children get these genes.
Ooh, and I found bridesmaid dresses. YAY! They are short and poofy and not ugly colors with clingy fabric. Smith--you'll look hot. I mean, hotter than you already are which is probably impossible.
Rachel--Just picked up your wedding gift. It's a pony. Are there bars in this town we'll be in cuz the Panko and I have big plans to drink a lot on Friday night after we turn in our lit reviews.
I went to a baby shower. No, not for the boy's sister in law who looks like she could pop at anytime. Nope--for the boy's good friend. Why was I invited you ask? Because the boy is, well, a boy and I am not. I won the first game--using string to guess how big the mother-to-be's belly is. Note to people planning my bridal shower: this is not an appropriate game for ALL showers. I opened my prize--plastic bibs. I turned to by future sis-in-law and whispered "Is this for me, or are we, like, supposed to give it to the mother-to-be?" We decided my prize was to be handed over. Now, I've only been to one other baby shower before--for a high school friend who just turned sixteen (which, by the way, certainly seems like a good reason to have a party, though I'm pretty sure my mom would have thrown a "What the hell did you do to you life" party for me)--and we got gifts like nail polish and bubble gum. What do you usually get at these things? Are the prizes supposed to really just be more presents for the one person in the room who's already got a stack of cool new stuff? Riddle me that one.
We had lunch at the boy's grandparents' on Sat. At some point I asked about baby pictures, especially naked ones, of the man I'm about to wed. Though it was a negative on the nudie photos (I'll just have to take my own!) we did find his grandpa's old pictures from when he was stationed in Hawaii just after Pearl Harbor. His grandpa was wearing a navy uniform. And he was really tan. And he had dark, dark hair. Umm... yeah, the boy's grandpa was hot. Let's hope our children get these genes.
Ooh, and I found bridesmaid dresses. YAY! They are short and poofy and not ugly colors with clingy fabric. Smith--you'll look hot. I mean, hotter than you already are which is probably impossible.
Rachel--Just picked up your wedding gift. It's a pony. Are there bars in this town we'll be in cuz the Panko and I have big plans to drink a lot on Friday night after we turn in our lit reviews.
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