She must love me.

If I ever needed proof that M is a good friend of mine I got it this weekend. I can see her now, six months pregnant with an additional pregnancy pillow attached to simulate the 8 months 1 week bulge she will have acquired by the date I get married. She bravely modeled the dress surrounded by the endless mirrors that broadcast her ill fitting, clothes pinned-four sizes too big bridesmaid dress. In front of god and country she allowed me to make her this hideous. She loves me that much. Or at least did before Friday.