It’s Shower Time. Yes, you heard me. Now head for the hills.


For all the brides-to-be out there, let me warn you…someone is probably going to throw you a shower. Now you could get very lucky (like me), and have a very sane, lovely, and normal shower with delicious food and low key, mellow chit chat. How did I get so fortunate? Simply put, my mother told her dear friends (the honestly gracious hostesses) that if there were any games involving toilet paper or clothespins, I would run wildly into the front yard and start guzzling gin straight from the bottle.