We’ve all heard the term, “bridezilla.”  You know, the woman who gets so caught up in making things perfect for her day that she makes everyone else’s day a living hell.  When I started planning my wedding and learned about everything that goes into planning, I said, “uh uh.  No way.”  And we went to Vegas.

My friends are all “sane” (not really) and relatively “stable” (they all live indoors, anyway).  I can’t imagine receiving an email like this one.  If I were invited to be one of her bridesmaids, I can be pretty positive that I would have had another commitment the day of her wedding.

Read, and prepare to be horrified.  If there’s anyone out there who finds her requests reasonable, please tell me in comments.