Good morning, Friends and Fam,
Unless you’ve hiding under a rock – move over, I’d love to join you – you must know that I am about to become an MOB. That’s right, Molly is getting married. She has picked Cody, a fine young man that we are thrilled to welcome into the family. She is in a gaze-at-her-ring dream state when she’s not in near -bridezilla mode. Of course, her wrath falls on guess who? Her mother, who else? She thinks that I am not taking all of this seriously enough and that I have not been doing my part to create the Wedding of the Century. What do I have against ice sculptures? Seat covers? Just what color dress do I intend to wear? Have I called the _____________ (fill in the blank: bakery, florist, photographer, seamstress, videographer, .......) Why NOT??? Well, you get the picture. I'm thinking of filing a sexual harassment suit as I she hasn't demanded a thing of her father who is in the father-of-the bride mode of looking at his little girl nostalgically ,and ,when he looks up from a book, feigning excitement at her big day. In the meantime, I've been accused of being a cheap neglectful lazy slob or worse. Little does she know that I have been busier than ever since her big announcement. Here's what I've done/had done/ or am having done:
replaced the deck (we wouldn't want you to see what it's really looked like all these years)
painted the bathroom (ditto)
painted the hallway and front door (ditto)
redone Molly's bedroom (ditto)
removed wallpaper from ktichen walls (ditto)
gotten my wedding dress and veil cleaned for Molly to try on (for the heck of it)
joined Weight Watchers (don't want you to see what I really look like)
gotten my first pair of soft contacts (ditto)
made an appt for a dental implant (ditto)
tried a new hair color (ditto)
And the list goes on. As you can see, I've been BUSY. What more can I do?? Last week my sister told me that I need to start "working on my feet". Dear me! When am I going to fit that in?
Molly is coming next week and once again my motherly abilities will be put to the test. I promise to listen attentively to possible color choices, table decoration ideas, bridesmaid adornments, etc. etc. Meanwhile, I'll be "working on my feet." Wish me luck!
Getting MOB-ed,
I remain,
Tizzie/Tiz/Tizmom/Mom/Liz/Elizabeth/Mother-of-the-Bride
Some Tiz Advice: Something to NOT do in a hurry minutes before leaving for work: wax your upper lip. And make SURE you have baby oil on hand for after the waxing. The details are painful, but suffice it to say, I drove to work picking wet kleenex out of my tache! And I had a glob of sticky substance on my face all day..I'll try not to do that on the day of the wedding...Furthermore, I LOST the lid to my hot wax. Don't ask me how. Trouble just follows me around. .. I'm also looking for my camera. Please let me know if you see it. It's a Canon.. I had a great pic of Molly wearing my wedding dress, but it will remain unseen until my camera shows up.
I did this at a distance, which may be better or worse, I don't know. Having seen one too many episodes of "Say Yes to the Dress," I was trying hard not to inject my opinions or preferences on the dress, music, etc., only to have Jessica get upset that I wasn't "engaged!" At this point, I don't think you can win! And don't worry about the feet--nobody is going to be looking at you anyway--UNTIL after the pictures come back, at which time there will be a great deal of scrutiny! When is the date? Apparently the wedding will be at your house? Can't wait for the next installment!
ReplyDeleteNo, the wedding is at the church, but who knows who might stop by the house? We must be prepared for anything! Wedding in August.
ReplyDeleteTizzie, This is hysterical. My first and so far only bride was too old for my help :) It made the whole process cheap and easy. Easy to be MOG because you wear beige and keep your mouth shut.
ReplyDeleteWell I don't think I have been that bad... We are managing in our own disfunctional inefficient way :) I do apprecaite everything you have done. Only 134 more days to go!
ReplyDeletePlease don't tell me the days left! Just got a panic attack! And, no, you are great, but sometimes a good tale needs a bit of embellishment. Love, mama
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