I watched "Bridal Wars", and they were talking about the "perfect" dress, and how it was what made a wedding.
Well, those of you who were at my wedding know I didn't like my dress, but I was running out of time, and I had been to every dress store in my small local town. (there is about 4 shops there,)
I picked this one.
It looked ok, but I really didn't have that "oh my God, this is the dress!" feeling about it. I thought it made me look a bit heavy, and it wasn't the least of what I had in mind for a wedding dress.
However, after I watched the movie and listened to them talk about dresses and what not, I thought mabye I was too hard on my poor dress.
I went upstairs, undid all the fancy schmancy box do-ups, and out came my dress.
I tried to slip it over my head, but the corset was too tight. I loosened it up a bit, and tried again.
No luck, but I was sooooooooo close, I was convinced that I could squeeze my way up into it.
How wrong I was.
I was stuck in the middle! I couldn't see out of it, I couldn't see my feet, nothing! My arms were swaying above my head like I was praising the Lord, or something. I tried so hard to get out of it, because I didn't want to wake Matt, but after five minnutes of sweating, hustling and bustling, I gave in.
I opened our bedroom door and went in. Matt was sprawled out on the bed as I went over to his side.
"Hey, Matt? Honey?" I whispered. In truth, I was afraid of what he woud say.
And then it hit me.
It was sooooo funny! Here he is, trying to get a good nights rest, and up comes his bumbling wife in her wedding dress, half sticking out of it, begging to be released.
So, as he awoke, I asked him (as I was in histarics) if he could help me.
"Meg!" he groaned.
oh well. He pulled and pulled - I didn't think he would be able to get it - but it finally came off!
I really wanted to prove myself wrong about the dress, but I hate it more than ever now.
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