“I’m looking forward to being in the wedding. I don’t want to help because Kim is going to be such a bridezilla! If I do one thing wrong, I’ll be screwed! But I would love to be in the wedding.”
I hear you girl, and not even about the Bridezilla part, ’cause you know Kim way better than I. But I can’t stand being in weddings. Seriously. I fucking CRINGE whenever I hear that a good friend is getting married, and I make airtight plans to be out of the country or something when the big day finally arrives. I’m all like, “Hey, sorry I won’t be around to be in your wedding – or, you know, AT your wedding – but here, here’s that thing you really, really wanted off your registry that NO ONE was going to get anyway.” And I leave it at that.