So I embossed. And then I embossed some more.
I wore a diaper so that I wouldn’t have to leave my station. It was hard work. I bitched incessantly. I smiled as I worked. I may have gotten slap happy and burst into song from time to time. When I was old and grey, I emerged we were done, it was late! When my chains were removed I got up, I recognized the extent of my destruction with sparkles. They. Were. Everywhere. The bride’s forehead. Her sister’s cheek. The other bridesmaid’s forearm. And my entire body. I cleaned as best I could and put that outfit in a plastic bag away from my other worldly possessions. But I know I’ll be shitting sparkles for months to come.
Now off to the rehearsal dinner!