Saturdaze

A friend from work was married this evening.  I joined the usual suspects for the show.  Perhaps one of you lovely ladies can contribute a picture?

We had a blast.  It was one of the most beautiful weddings I have ever seen.  

This afternoon I tried to put on my standard wedding attire only to find my halter dress fits my "mommy" figure much differently than it once did.  So I reluctantly found slacks that fit and a brassiere and top that didn't.  

Holden and I made a mad dash through Dillards looking for replacements for the latter.  I found a top, but my ill-fitting bra was a little too ill.  Bolted over to intimates.  All the while Holden is laughing at me as I am panting and rushing from one shiny black strapless to the next.  Eureka found one!  Please let this fit, please let this fit.  In the dressing room I start explaining to Holden the finer points and burdens of being a female.  He laughs some more.  I said, "be glad you are a boy," and he tooted so loud and triumphantly I was afraid every lady in the dressing room would think it was me.  He is definitely a boy ... and completely unburdened.

-Carmen