how do I detest thee? let me count the ways....
...or not. my dad's fiancee isn't that bad, really. She's just incredibly preppy. Preppy is not a bad thing; I like preppy. Cute clothes will never be my enemy. But i must admit that today's phone call shook me for a loop.
"Hi, honey." gasp
"When can you come over for the weekend? I want to take you shopping for a dress for the wedding." oh, no. I was just informed that they aren't even having an actual wedding party, except for the best man and maid of honor, and, already, you're trying to get me a dress? No way in hell.
(stepchild's note: whenever a stepmother willingly desires to take you shopping for a dress of any kind, it is either:
A. To avoid potential embarrasment in front of her family so I can't dress?
B. To put you in the wedding party which we both know is nonexistent...
C. To make you look like a complete fool in front of everyone there in order to make her kids look better and you look like a completely and utter schmuck in front of everyone who matters in attendance DING DING DING
You see, normally I wouldn't mind getting a dress for free, but she is a right out of Boston conservative person who will probably make a futile attempt to make me wear pale pink i like blue pearls i prefer puka shells and buy me a horse well, that part is okay.
I am just afraid that after 17 years of being intelligently rebellious and a preppy version of a punk, I will be forced to smile in the middle of a receiving line hearing about the fates of Muffy and Phoebe and everyone else at the country club. Lol wish me luck, because I predict one hell of a ride.
