I went wedding dress shopping one time and decided it was just not for me. I was told by a fabulous, questionably straight man I was a "Grandma nun". When it got the point where he was telling the lady who works there to "pick out the ugliest, mousiest dress" because that "is what I like" I made the decision to leave. I have not been back. Anywhere. The sad thing is the guy had a point.
Grandma Nun? More Grandma than Nun I think...
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