So. Thunderduck springs on us last night that he and TheLongestOneNightStandEver are getting married.
In less than 24 hours.
And they don't even have to.
Imagine my surprise and heartfelt disappointment that there was no time to plan a decent bachelorette party. I am taking this opportunity to publicly apologize to the Lucilles who have been cheated out of an excuse to raise h3ll. AND I can't even go shopping for a new dress or anything because all the good thrift stores don't open until later on Sunday. Did they think of that? No. They are "in love" and are all happy and crap and are under the starstruck misguided effing impression that this is about THEM.
Also. Not sure how I am feeling about letting an AGGIE into the family since we are still adjusting to the fact that BrideOfTrainwreck is a Yankee. But there is some consolation in the fact that she is cute enough to potentially produce acceptable-looking offspring for my wallet. Because if Trainwreck's baby had been ugly I was just gonna keep the picture off of a jar of Gerber baby food and tell everyone it was just an amazing coincidence that he looked like that.
Also to her credit was her remarkable ability to almost keep up with me last night after 3 bottles of wine. Our evening almost ended prematurely when Thunderduck mistakenly thought she had fallen asleep in the truck on the way back to our house. I made sure that THAT was not the case by hauling her out of the truck and into the house where we commenced to trying on our dresses and tiaras and made the menfolk build us a fire so we could finish off a box of wine and play Bride while they looked on helplessly just praying that they wouldn't have to call the fire department with us sprawled out in lawn chairs looking all wedding-ish and sh1t.
So there. She can't back out now because I have already blogged about her.
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