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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

On the topic of skank skirts...

Dear Prudence,

My wedding is 59 days away, and I am concerned about my future mother-in-law's dress. She is a wonderful woman who makes me feel accepted as her son's choice for a wife. But with only two months left before the wedding, she had finally begun her search for a dress. Last Sunday, my mother-in-law held my bridal shower at her house. My mother told me that while she was there, she saw a photo of the dress my mother-in-law picked out. She described it as "young, low-cut, and flowing." I wanted to get to the bottom of this, as my mother-in-law had not even informed me that she had purchased anything. So, after the party, I sent her an e-mail, and she sent me a picture of the dress. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My 51-year-old mother-in-law has picked out a dress with a wispy skirt, a V-neck, and spaghetti straps. It's fit and styled for someone my age—25! And it's robin's egg blue—which doesn't even go with my champagne-colored dress, the bridesmaids' sage green, the chocolate brown tuxes, and my mother's pale pink dress. I can't swallow the fact that she would attempt such a daring wardrobe choice on a day so important to me and her son. This dress has been ordered and is not set to arrive until two weeks before our wedding! I really need advice on how to tell her that I do not feel it is appropriate to wear.

—Frustrated Bride

Dear Frustrated,
The nerve of this 51-year-old woman to decide she's just going to march off and buy a dress that she finds flattering without asking permission of a 25-year-old. Sure, she has welcomed you into her family and thrown a shower for you. But now she has really shown her true colors—robin's egg blue, to be exact—by pulling this spaghetti-strap stunt. This V-neck desecration has to be stopped! You simply must tell her the hard truth. Something along the lines of, "Hey, you old hag, no one wants to see your saggy flesh. Your choice of color is an outrage. And, in case you've forgotten, in 59 days it's going to be my day, my day, my day, my day."

—Prudie

LOL! My 21-year old daughter and I bought the same style dress this week, I at her urging. It is not wispy, it is not robin's egg blue. It is black, short and tight.

I love my kids.

11 Comments:

Blogger ~:*:*:Sparrow:*:*:~ said...

You're so hot.

11:15 AM

 
Blogger ~:*:*:Sparrow:*:*:~ said...

...and how freakin' weird that we posted about the same topic this morning.

Okay, so it's not weird at all.

<3

11:17 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

LOL!!!

11:23 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And we love your short shank skirts, be they of whatsoever colour your pretty little heart desires. And we love your children too (feck, that sounds far too much like a Gordon Sumner line).

1:09 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Don't I own a skirt very similar to that? The fishnet weave is a bit much; I'm thinking I'll stick with the jet-black nylons.

And suddenly you're over your aversion to starting sentences with conjunctions, eh?

12:35 PM

 
Blogger Unknown said...

Ooh, you should cut your hair like that chick!

Father, where on earth do you find these links?

6:38 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What do you think he does all day, hm? Devs have two things in equally huge quantities - time and cash - which is why there is always a foosball machine in their buildings and why it is always in use :-)

Oh, and they know how to search the net for girlie pictures - such as that!

7:00 AM

 
Blogger Unknown said...

Father?...you don't appreciate the poetic ramblings of Gordon?...i'm certain he's referred to short skank skirts somewhere in his profound output of verbage though an exact quote escapes me at the moment...i will have to confer with a freind who is a diehard Stingophile on this matter...

5:27 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The streets are wet
The lights have yet
To shed their tawdry luster on the scene
My skirt's too short
My tights have run
These new heels are killing me

From Tomorrow We'll See (Brand New Day)

In my oh so very humble opinion, that Sting lad has got serious ego problems. For a Geordie he has grown far too effing big for his britches. Things weren't so bad when he had the Copeland lads to keep manners on him, but since going solo he puts even Enya to shame.

Besides, everyone knows that all that Sting and the Police are good for is making sure that our delicate lady of the blog gets her lips around someone of ever so slightly younger years while her little cherub is busy powdering her nose.

11:51 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And why do you think I love Sting so?

But for the record, I was minding me own feckin' business when he came up and sat down. I wasn't even looking that direction.

(And the girls are partly to blame. They know better than to leave me alone. Ever notice how closely they stick to me now?)

6:43 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, I should know better than to respond to you, Father, until I've clicked on the link. LOL!

Loved the video. Hate the beard. Will let Amy comment on the title of the song.

(My guess is she will have an opinion on exactly what species is most likely to be nicknamed the "love mussel.")

8:26 AM

 

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