Just a little over a year ago, my seriously awesome sister in-law went and got married. She likes me a little (or hates me a lot, depending how you look at it, I guess) and asked me to be a part of the big day. I love her to little bits and pieces so I said yes and then, being me, had a personal crisis about my appearance.
“I did not want to be the oldest, fattest and palest bridesmaid. In this case, two out of three is bad enough. So, I did what any desperate and insane person would do two days before a big public event.
I went and had myself spray-painted. Duh.“
