I keep telling people that I am not the average woman when it comes to many things. Among those, shopping. I HATE shopping. The item doesn't matter. Meghan and I went wedding dress shopping tonight at the Wal-Mart of bridal dresses. She assured me that I would have a blast, would cry, and would want to stay there forever. Oh, there were tears shed. By Meghan. Although I lasted longer than my usual 45 minute limit, I was an extremely uncomfortable, moderately unhappy, and worn out camper 2 hours later:
No, that's not a wedding dress. That's the hideous slip and bra they stick you in. I took off the slip and bra nearly 2 hours ago and my diaphragm still hurts from the inward pressing on my chest. Perhaps I would have shed a tear or two had I been able to feel my midsection.