attack of bridezilla, part 1.
last night, we went up to the jones store to find me something to wear to rick & kirsten's wedding, this weekend. when it came time to pay for the dress, the conversation went a little like this:
"don't you have something that looks exactly like this? like the dress you wore to sara's rehearsal dinner?"
"it doesn't fit."
"how the HELL could it not fit?"
so, i stormed out of the department and walked home. which was only a half mile, but still. he completely mortified me in front of the few people that were standing around. and the thing is, i am sensitive enough about my weight. the last thing i needed was THAT to push me over the edge.
don't worry, he's repented for his sins. however, for all you boys (all two of you) who read this, don't ever make a spectacle about your significant others weight.