No, this post is not a jab at any of my friends or relatives. I am just excited about Richard's kickball end-of-season party tomorrow night, where the theme is, you guessed it, "White Trash Wedding."
Normally, I would not be all that jazzed about going to a drinking party 6 1/2 months pregnant -- hello, designated driver. But "White Trash Wedding?" Hello, I'm already 6 1/2 months pregnant! How perfect can I be?
Richard and I have been scouring local and not-so-local Goodwills (Pacoima?) for the perfect outfits. I found a true gem. Think of a cheap version of the prom dresses at the end of Pretty in Pink (not Andie's though). It's apricot satin (My momma wouldn't let me wear no white dress on account of my condition.) that is scrunched and elasticized (hence actually fitting over my belly) down to the hips, where it has a flowy knee-length skirt. Oh, and shoulder pads! I just need to figure out a veil and I'll be set!
Richard drove all the way out to the Goodwill in Pacoima to find the perfect outfit. I don't want to spoil it, but let me just say it will involve a bolo tie.
Pictures will come next week. These are going to be good.