Poring over adorable little wedding outfits, I felt butterflies in my tummy.
I can’t believe I’m the mother of the bride, I thought.
But the bride in question wasn’t my daughter.
She was my pet Chihuahua, Chi Chi.
She’d hit it off with
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Poring over adorable little wedding outfits, I felt butterflies in my tummy.
I can’t believe I’m the mother of the bride, I thought.
But the bride in question wasn’t my daughter.
She was my pet Chihuahua, Chi Chi.
She’d hit it off with
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Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank: And Other Words of Delicate Southern Wisdom
byCelia Rivenbark