Keep your composure. Remember how you practiced it during the rehearsal. And, GO! (Via Buzzfeed.)
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Keep your composure. Remember how you practiced it during the rehearsal. And, GO! (Via Buzzfeed.)
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The kid in the front with the striped shirt reminds me of all the weddings I used to go to for my cousins on Staten Island. Everybody would dress like shit or super casual except the wedding party because “no one dressed up for church” and then at the reception everyone would be dressed up for a minute until their ties would start unraveling and everyone would break into the tarantella or something.
And it reminds me of family weddings in New Jersey! Also funerals and wakes.
For fuck’s sake, people. Put on something decent and show some respect. *shakes fist*
Yeah, that kid needs to class it up a bit more. At least wear a polo shirt! It has a collar and everything.
At least he’s wearing dress shoes.
Shit, I didn’t know that being casually dressed for weddings was possible. That would have made all the weddings I ever attended that much better.
upto I looked at the receipt of $7358, I have faith that my mom in-law was like they say realy receiving money in there spare time at their computer.. there neighbor had bean doing this for only about nine months and resently took care of the morgage on their home and got a brand new Lotus Elan. I went here……… http://www.youtube.com.xurl.es/a8gy1/watch?v=QZEpDqP3IrQ
I feel like this is an accurate metaphor of today, so far.
It is more whimpering in the corner for me. I just got back from training in my companies UK office, and for once I felt good about my job/company because I learned new things, they are more passionate and creative, and treated me with respect and the assumption that I am smart and capable, but now I am back in the US office and feeling it all dying…while also being ego-hurt because no one has commented that I have new glasses, a new (to be honest, dapper-as-fuck) new jacket, and got a haircut.
So, yep, pouting in the corner.
Hi ptsmith! You’re looking great today? New glasses? Have you done something jolly with your hair?
Kate! Thanks so much for noticing. I was pretty nervous, I mean, I haven’t cut my hair for months, and I’ve had the same or similar glasses for about 7 years, so much change at once is a little intimidating. So anyway, thanks.
How have things been since I left?
They’ve been simply horrible without your leadership skills to keep everyone in line. So glad you’re back!
This is a pretty accurate depiction of the St. Patrick’s day party I attended on Saturday, though in fairness that included less church, more booze, and a lot more screaming kids, none of which were mine (as far as I know).
My boss just came back from a 5-week vacation, so I am that flowergirl today.
The ladyblog’s sister was the flower girl for her uncle’s wedding (she was 3 at the time), and everything went great during the rehearsal. She was adorable and did everything right. Unfortunately, during the wedding, unlike in the rehearsal, there were live bagpipes. Terrified, she starting screaming and refused to walk down the aisle and had to be carried by her mom. She’s now a professional bassoonist.
Have you resorted to filling out mad libs for comments? You’ve won this round, lawblog, but I’ll be back…
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH DON’T LOOK AT ME!!!!!