Last night, my friend Carrie had a surprise bridal shower which I did not attend. I feel bad because the plans we had for last night fell through pretty abruptly, but I didn’t want to crash after I had RSVP’d that I wasn’t coming. Secretly, another reason I didn’t go is because I can think of two things in this world that Carrie hates supremely: 1) The sound of two pieces of Styrofoam rubbing together. 2) Surprise parties of all kinds. I was worried that when she came in and saw me there, she would be pissed I didn’t tip her off! Fear the wrath of Carrie!
(Kidding! She’s super nice and hasn’t an ounce of wrath in her tiny little body!)
3 comments:
Congrats, Carrie! Yay!
My dear cousin - remind me to tell you about coffee-boy...hell yes!
Love love,
Laura Lou
P.S. - I can't remember my freaking password. I hate that shit.
just for the record---i just feel like "surprises" aren't usually surrpises because you somehow end up finding out about them but then you still have to try and act surprised and it is very awkward. i hate that. but the shower was awesome and i had no idea so this was the rare instance of a "good surprise". P.S--i am glad that i made your blog. i feel important.
carrie
Did I ever tell any of you that I love Carrie? Just in case, I totally do!
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