Lynette's Dress

On Monday, the kids didn't have school and I took Lynette to pick out her wedding dress, at Bobby's behest.  Apparently her Mom has a terrible foot fungus rendering her unable to walk and her best friend keeps saying she can't afford to go with her, whatever that means.  She's nice enough but hearing her talk is the audio equivalent of watching middle of the night COPS reruns.  Hard to keep a straight face and bite my tongue as I hear about suicide attempts with butter knifes, self check-ins at Bunner Street due to a lunch lady that put tape on her son and how abusive all three baby daddies were.  Finally I asked her where she met these people and told her she needed a new crowd.  "That's what Bobby says," she answered.   She also has an awful habit of telling people she has low self esteem and claiming she can't make a decision.   I believe her but I also finally told her the best way to have better self esteem is to stop saying it is low.  That term is actually a pet peeve of mine; stop thinking about your "esteem" and just try harder.   And it's a first world problem.

Beyond that, it was fun to help get pick her dress.  It was the second she tried and she loved it and she GLOWED in it.  We tried on a few but came back to it.  We had the craziest helper and her and I bonded over large vocabularly and societal jabs.   Lynette said she was too perky and I corrected her.... She was clearly crazy and we know I do crazy well.   When Lynette picked her dress, this woman cried and rung a bell.   Overall, an entertaining but mentally exhausting afternoon.   And I do love wedding planning.