Desultory Delights: No. 2

I'm off to my best friend's wedding in Pasadena for the remainder of the week. I shall leave you with another installment of desultory delights. If I keep this up, I may just have to change the name of this series! Oh well, the content will continue to be delightfully disjointed.

Much to my dismay, I can barely sausage shimmy into my bridesmaid dress. I think I'm going to have to remove a few ribs before Saturday. Shame on me for believing, "I'll order the smaller size, as it will motivate me to shed a few before the wedding."

Time flies like a bat outta hell, don't it? So cliche, but true. I guess all those ice cream sandwiches for breakfast, countless cocktails, and drumsticks were not so kind to my arse. I just hope I don't pass out up there. That would be ultra hilarious though.

R says I'm experiencing bridesmaid anxiety. Bless his little heart for allowing me to drag him to a wedding where he knows no one and where I'll be abandoning him for most of the time. He will need special treats & extra TLC. ♥

• NOOOOOO!!! Vom City, U.S.A. For real.
• LHC suffers from electrical glitches. They need someone to fix it for them.
• Congrats to Erin from Design Crisis on her baby, b-b-baby ♥
• Pssshhhaw, easier said than done.
• Best of luck to Raina on finding the most perfect abode!
• "Do it...no, no, no, do it... it'll blow her away."
• I can't stop thinking about zombie mom. Also, can't stop telling people that I'm going to eat their brains & toes.
• I want to live here [with John Waters].
• Sneaker heels: Y/N? I'm kind of digging.
• Wish Ray Bradbury a happy 89th birthday! I wonder what temperature Kindles burn at?
• Thanks for the vid, R: