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The Irrational Bride

A couple of weeks ago I told you about The Irrational Bride who cried over everything from the invitations to the seating charts.

Well, when we met with her those two weeks ago, we gave her 3 menu options and went over every detail and answered every question on the table.

One of her main concerns was flatware.  They would be providing their own china and would not need to use ours.  But - they were unable to obtain flatware so in between sobs The Irrational Bride asked us if we had flatware to use and how much it would cost.    We told her they could use our flatware for free and that we would have it delivered the day before the wedding so she could set her tables, etc.

Also at that meeting I gave her 3 menu options to pick from and told her to talk it over with her fiance' and call us when she had made her decision.

So, cut to Saturday night when The Husband and I get home from being gone all day and I have 2 phone messages.  The first being from The Sane Mother of the Bride and the second being from The Irrational Bride, herself.

I decided to call the Sane Mother back first.  She asked me if we had any access to flatware as they were unable to find any available for that day. 

"Well, yes we do.  And I told your daughter that you could use ours and we would deliver it the day before the event so you could set up your tables, etc."
 
"What?  When did you tell her this?"
 
"When we met with her 2 weeks ago.  It's even written on the sheet of paper I gave her"
 
"This is so embarrassing.  I am so sorry to bother you with this.  But I am going to kill my daughter before it's all over."
 
"Well, lol, good luck with that."

 
So then I decide to call The Irrational Bride back and she's hyperventillating because she can't pick a menu because, "It's just so hard.  Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"So you want us to pick your menu?"
 
"Yes.  I just can't do it.  It's all so much... so many..."
 
"Well what does your fiance think?  Does he have a preference?"
 
"Well, *sniff*, no.  He can't decide, either."
 
 
Oh for the love of God.
 
 
So what we're looking at here is a mother of the bride who's homicidal.  

We have a bride who cries over, well, everything.   And apparently we now have a groom who can't think his way out of a paper bag.   And the scary part?  These two are bound to pro-create at some point.  

 
Can't wait until Saturday.
 

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Posted by Foodwhore at July 26, 2004 10:25 AM