Andrea
Who would have thought that Jayme would be a closeted, wannabe bridezilla. You would think she was the one that was getting married, but nope, she’s not and she is the one literally going crazy. After spending the night on the pull out couch in the hospital, Jay came bright and early to get me pampered for the day. I didn’t want to go. I told her to just bring the dress and my make-up and I’ll get ready here so I can be by my father but she was so insistent.
“This may be a quick decision for you to have this wedding today, but you only get one first wedding, if you know what I mean. I mean, you only get one wedding, unless you get divorced, but you’re not going to get divorced, so I mean. Ugh. Damn it, it’s your wedding day, let me freaken pamper your ass
