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july 24, 2000. Vacation Mono continues. I was actually too tired to finish my dinner tonight. Pa-thetic.
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Today Scout, mom and I went down to the Georgetown boutique to pick up the last dress. Holy cow. You know how some people can't stop telling you retroactively how to order your life for maximum desired result? Have you ever wanted to throttle someone for saying, "well, if you'd thought of that before..." ? That's what this afternoon in the boutique was like. If I'd thought to order material when I'd bought my wedding dress in December, they could've made up a flower girl dress...even though I've only had a flower girl for two weeks (besides Amy, that is). If I'd only thought to order ivory gloves that morning, they'd be there for me now.
It's like listening to the carrion crow mock you as it plucks out your eyeballs. So irritating that I can barely express it. We imitated her sarcastically her all the way home...if she knows everything, why is she running a bridal boutique and dealing with hysterical girls every day?
Fortunately, the dresses are fan-tastic. They do look a little bit like costumes for Victorian whores, but that's okay. Especially on Scout - she's one of those tall, skinny, well-endowed girls that can buy right off the rack, and she was just about spilling out of her dress. Pure, 100% Streetsville sex. Baby.
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