So I come out of the gym today to find a text message from my sister that she and my mom decided that they were changing the BM dress I picked because my mom didn't like it.
What. the. hell. people. This is my show dammich, and any changes are going to go through me first.
To make matters worse, they pick this hideous two piece thing that will ONLY look good on my skinny sister. Way to F the other four bridesmaids who actually have curves.
I know its all stress. I got my hair colored today and the smell of the dye is giving me a wicked headache, I HATE working out, I'm a gajillion pounds overweight and I'm not going out tonight after all cause FI's job is a suckass.
Someone give me some cheeeese to go with my whiiine.