A wedding surprise
I went to a friend's wedding Saturday. It wasn't like I truly wanted to spend a perfect Saturday in skirt and heels -- especially in a dress and heels that I neither selected, or liked. At all.But when a friend asks a woman to be her matron of honor, it's like being asked to be a pallbearer. There is no escape an etiquette book writer would approve of. So I went. And I word that damned strapless dress that clung to my stomach and ass like glue before stopping just above my knees.There's nothing...
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