Daddy's Demands
I know I’m the boring, capable one, but seriously?
“Did you order the t-shirts?”
“Yes, Auntie Jen.” Six bridesmaid shirts in sizes small, medium, and extra small.
“Oh, and Gwen said she saw you this morning at the Bean Counter. Wearing a dress! Polka dots no less.”
“Yep.” I don’t ask what her friend Gwen was doing spying on me. Gossip is Auntie Jen’s full-time job.
“Well, it’s nice that you found a shop that caters to big girls. Just make sure you wear black to the wedding.”