Ruh Roh

It's my year of weddings. Six. Even though it's a little stressful, I'm looking forward to so many fancy parties with so many people I love. I get to be in two of them, and I already have the dresses. Got the second one this month. Tried it on tonight.

It doesn't fit.

Now, when I say it doesn't fit, I mean it doesn't zip up because I'M TOO BIG. ACK!!!!! And it's not even a fatty part of my body! It's around my rib cage under my chest. Holy moly shitballs, I don't know what to do! I'm going to go to the dress shop tomorrow and do a little panicking, see if they can take it out at all. Holy holy holy mackerel. I mean really. So the plan is to basically drink water, eat lettuce and chicken and veggies, and exercise for the next month. And pray.

Speaking of holy mackerel, there's a restaurant near my new office that is called Holy Mackerel. I love it. Not the restaurant. Fish are gross. But what a great name, right?

More fun to come.