The scene: My friend Kate (the first ever reader of this blog) and I are at the gym.
Me: You know, if I could have one vain thing for the wedding, I’d like a really toned back. I like how my back looks when I’ve been swimming.
Kate: You know, you should really look at The Knot they have really great diet….
Me: (freeze mid lunge and sloooowly rotate my head to fix Kate with a death stare)
Kate: (collapses into a fit of giggles) I’m sorry, I couldn’t get through that with a straight face.
The scene: I’m sitting at the table at my in-laws after finishing off dinner, half a loaf of challah, and some tomatoes, working on some grapes with my eyes on a box of cookies. I’m small, but I like to EAT on vacation. And the rest of the time. My father-in-law (I refuse to use the FFL acronym) is eying me with some understandable confusion.
Father In Law: When will you get to that point where you get all bride-crazy and go on a special wedding diet to fit into your dress?
Me: Memmgmmmhghghhmmmmmghghghghhhhm
David: She’ll probably just order her dress a size too big, in case she feels like eating extra before the wedding
True.
