Ugh parents. I found out on Saturday that on Thursday I’m supposed to be going to a wedding, and I’m supposed to dress smart-but-not-too-smart. Which means what I’m wearing in my dp.
I’m pretty sure I’ve gained weight in the two years between then and now so I have no idea if the shirt will even still fit me and I have not had an opportunity to go clothes shopping between Saturday and Thursday owing to my lack of transport. I told dad that a little more notice would probably have been helpful, to which he said, “I thought you knew. Why didn’t you ask?”
WHY DIDN’T I ASK. RIGHT. EVERY DAY FROM NOW ON I WILL ASK IF I’VE BEEN INVITED TO A WEDDING IN THE NEAR FUTURE. ON THE OFF-CHANCE, YOU KNOW.