So go ahead and laugh. I did too. Still do. I received this lovely portrait in the mail last week. Along with some questions. Like will you be in my wedding? & How do you feel about being the maid of honor? The questions were open ended and she said I could get back to her later....Side note-It is not good to give me open-ended ?'s because it is likely that I will not voluntarily answer them. Just speaking the truth. Let me rewind. (I may get in trouble for this, but I'm not positive. I am not supposed to disclose too much, but I have never really had a good gauge for that..This is more about me anyways) Betty has been on a bit of a sabbatical of sorts. From many things. Weddings especially. However, one of my besties (Logan) got engaged last month so I started to get that nervous feeling, but I honestly didn't know how things were going to go down. I mean, one never knows how all of this goes down until it happens. Well I had a few missed calls from the blushing bride to be, so I started to wonder if this was it. Naturally, I went into avoid/withdraw mode and was a bit slack in getting back to her. Sorry Logs. She actually gave me a little warning before the lovely portrait from above arrived at the Girl Palace. I think I finally called her back on a Friday. While at work. She said I should sit down. I knew it was a comin. A waive of nausea set in (the good kind), but I held my ground. I contemplated lying about a conference call or something, but let's be honest, I am not important enough to have conference calls. They do sound cool though. She knows me pretty well, so I think she was expecting it. She popped the question quickly. Of course, I gave a nervous laugh, then gracefully accepted. No where near ready for the next part. She then said she had something else. I thought she was going to ask me to rap during her 1st dance or something. Or do a synchronized dance at the reception (which I would have gladly accepted:) Nah. She said, "Sass, will you be my m.o.h?" M.o.h? What the heck is a m.o.h? She then explained. MAID. OF. HONOR. I was a bit silent. You know, a true lady composes her thoughts before she speaks....I think I may have actually forgotten to breathe for a spell. Thoughts came rushing in the ole head. I mean, I have no idea how to be a m.o.h. What's the protocol? Where is the handbook? I can't walk in heels? I have no makeup? OMG. I may need a date! every m.o.h always has a date. Well actually they usually have a boyfriend or a fiance, but I'm not even going there. I'm not graceful. Everyone watches you because by the time you come tripping down the aisle, they just want the bride. The bachelorette weekend. I think that falls under the m.o.h. Decisions. I am so not good at making decisions. Bad ones maybe....All of these thoughts started racing through my head. Anxiety started building up. I think I was about to lose consciousness when Logan got my attention back. I'm telling you, she knows me well people. She assured me that all would be fine. And that I would be able to be a legit m.o.h. (You know, a lil confidence kick in the rear. Some boosting) I soon began to realize, that yes, Betty could be up for this challenge. Right Betty? So here we are. Several weddings under Betty's bridesmaid belt. Now we are a m.o.h. Who would have ever thought that I would ever be a m.o.h? (I never did) Word. Proud of it. So Logs, get ready because Betty is in serious bridesmaidenship training. Starting now. You won't even know what hit you. I am on the bridesmaid regime. The m.o.h. extreme regime. I will look at dresses. Go to tastings. Maybe wear lipstick. Maybe get my ears pierced. Plan things. Learn to use a calender. Learn proper etiquette. Get a filter. Learn some dances besides the wheelchair and the sprinkler. I will make you proud. All in the name of Betty. So here we go. You won't know what hit you.