( 9:19 AM ) teahouse
Feliz Quinceanera
Feeling the pressure to start the wedding planning, I've been shopping for a dress.
All I can say is, wow! The options are many, and the prices are outrageous!
Having read horror stories about brides who get into fistfights over dresses at trunk sales, and evil bridal store people who try to steal your money, I'm honestly paralyzed with fear about buying a dress.
Two of my male coworkers (who both have teenage daughters) recommended that I go to the mall and shop for either a white prom dress or a Quinceanera dress. They said, "You look young enough, and this way, you can find a nice dress without spending $10,000."
That sounds like a good idea to me.
However, to complete the ruse, I need someone to come with me and pose as either my mom or dad.
The parents are both in Asia. So the Boy could come and pretend to be my dad, I guess.
But that might get a little weird.
Knowing the Boy, he'd figure out a way to make it naughty and embarrassing for me.
I keep giggling, imagining the scenarios.
"Oh, honey! That dress looks so good on you! You look soooo hot! Hubba hubba! Make sure they leave room in the bodice cuz you know, your breasts are still growing...aw yeah!!"
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