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September 20, 2005
You pretty much know how the night is going to go when you arrive at the venue in the morning to drop off the linens and the Mother of the Bride is wandering aimlessly. And when said Mother of the Bride looks you dead in the eye, half smiles, and then gives you a look of confusion, it's a bad sign. Apparently somewhere in the planning and having to decide when the champagne toast was going to take place, the Mother of the Bride became so stressed and unruly that her family took her to the doctor.
*sigh* Posted by Foodwhore at September 20, 2005 08:25 PM 
oh dear...! *gasp* Posted by: Lil at September 21, 2005 01:33 AM Given the choice between an unruly MOB and a doped up MOB.....the Valium definitely wins. Posted by: Barb at September 21, 2005 03:34 AM Cheers to Valium! Posted by: Kristin at September 21, 2005 06:58 AM I hope that some day my life is such that the biggest source of stress is when the champagne toast will be. Posted by: Kate at September 21, 2005 09:26 AM Maybe Valium should be in a little Mother of the Bride kit that you make available. Or dissolved in a glass of champagne for MOB. Sounds lovely! Posted by: laura at September 21, 2005 10:02 AM So, basically what you're telling me is wanderfing aimlessly around is all I have to do to get valium??? Dammit! Posted by: Mel at September 21, 2005 10:24 AM  |