Dear BSC Aunt of FI's:
If you mention to me ONE MORE EFFING TIME that you think my cousin will be 'too pregnant' at our wedding to do a Bible reading, I will go so effing bridezilla on your ass that you won't know what hit you. Also, you will be disinvited from my wedding because you can't abide by the axiom of, 'If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.' Kindly STFU before I stop letting FI deal with you nicely and he lets me deal with you my way.
No hugs and kisses because I don't like you,
Me
I'm gonna go with 'not my circus, not my monkeys.'