Just like irony, only different.
I killed my poor body to make it look good. I’ve stopped eating a lot of the junk food my body craves. I woke up early to do crunches, did crunches before going to bed, did crunches until I wanted to throw up. I ate healthier food and actually (gasp!) drank water. I really, really want to look good when Jasper gets here, not to mention for the wedding. I can’t tell you how much pleasure I felt when I found that I am now a size 4. Until I got the phone call. I had ordered my dress and was waiting for it to pop up in the mail. The store had the 6, but had to contact the manufacturer for the 4. That’s where the phone call comes in. The manufacturer doesn’t make it in a 4. 6 and up. Well, I’m glad I waited until the last minute for getting all the other accoutrement, but now what am I going to do about a dress????? I have a back-up dress, of course, but this one was perfect.
Okay, in the grand scheme of things, this isn’t a big deal. And I certainly don’t want to be a bridezilla (too late!) but darn if this isn’t annoying.
Okay, in the grand scheme of things, this isn’t a big deal. And I certainly don’t want to be a bridezilla (too late!) but darn if this isn’t annoying.