Tonight, Marvelous Mo’, Hubs, and M3 were sitting on the couch, munching on some salads and mango, and watching a little smellivision. The three of us happened to be bickering over what to watch. Hubs and I had united forces; Wonder Twin powers activated into the form of flounders; two against Mo’. A fair fight, I think. She wanted to watch Fred. He’s an annoying, high-pitched-voiced idiot, on Nickelodeon. Hubs and I were angling for something that is not intended for children — additionally hoping she join up with ‘Ox in their TV room. Hubs would’ve preferred something on the Cosmos. And I’ve warned you all before, my remote hand only knows the digits for the Bravo channel. So Bravo it was!
Two minutes into the show, we see the silly Atlanta Housewife wedding dress shopping, and the scene forwards to her announcing that she is getting THREE wedding dresses for her big day. Now Mo’s attention was GRABBED, ASSAULTED, and TEASED. She turned on me that made me swallow some mango, that I know could’ve been chewed a couple more times, for sure:
Mo’: ”Three wedding dresses? What’s that all about?“
Me: [Looking for Hubs to throw the Heimlich maneuver signal to and found him staring at the ceiling fan, avoiding Mo's question. Chickenshit] “Um.. Mo’ some ladies like to change the dresses on their big wedding day. One dress for the ceremony & pictures, one for the meet & greet of the guests, and one for the dancing & mayhem after all the formalities are done. A bit much, huh? I know you will only need one beautiful dress for your big day, just like mommy.”
Mo’: ”Um. I change clothes twice a day as it is. I think I’ll certainly have more than two at least. And Hi. My name is Mo’ have we met before?“
Hubs: ”And you thought you wouldn’t have anything to write about tonight, huh?“
I sure hope that girl elopes for Hubs’ sake. Or gloatingly I’ll be able to reflect back to April 30, 2012 and tell hubs, “See ..She told you then. You were properly warned.”“