9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for March 06, 2013
Transcript:
Edda: Don't look now, mom. but you have a veterinarian hanging around your neck. Mom: And you have a hideous gown clinging to your torso. don't tell me you rode the trains all the way up here dressed like...like... Edda: ...the hot, stinking nightmare breath bimboid from the sludge pits of bridesmaid hell? Yes, I did. Edda: You said there were cookies in it for me.