Bridezilla

2011 will mark the first year since I graduated college that I haven't had a wedding to attend.  I've been feeling a little bummed about it because, I know most of you know this already, I am a TOTAL wedding junkie.

Everyone says, "Oh, your wedding is the greatest day of your life... until, you have your first baby.  And then the brith of your baby will be the greatest day of your life."

WRONG.

No offense, and I love GHC and all, but GHC's birth date was decidedly NOT the most awesome day of my life.  It was stressful, gross, and painful.  And yes, this is a weird thing to remember about that day, but I also remember being super HUNGRY and not being allowed to eat.  Hungry NKC = you'd betta' run and hide for cover.

But my wedding day... ahhh... the best day ever.  I was surrounded by people who love me.  I was told all day that I looked beautiful.  I was skinny.  I had llama-like eyelashes.  There was booze flowing.  There was karaoke and "Apple Bottom Jeans".  It was all about me (and partially also about that guy I married).  The day in a word:  glorious.

So, the newspaper announced today that Anthropologie's first bridal boutique is opening here in town.  Take a minute to click on the link.  Gasp at the dresses.  The details.  Oh - it is just heavenly.  I am frothing at the mouth to go there as a fake bride to be just to try on the dresses.  Is that wrong???  Then there is like the 1% part of me that would consider divorcing THC, only to have the ability to remarry him and wear a new gown.  I told you, I'm insane, right?