Also, she was recently the best (wo)man in a wedding this summer.

I have never been a bride’s maid. And I’m horrible at planning bachelor parties. As we all know, strippers hate me. So, it’s been paintball and deep sea fishing when I plan the party. I mean, I’d be honored to be someone’s maid of honor, but just be aware of what you’re getting. You wouldn’t expect your wedding to be about you - would you?

Actually, at one wedding, the bride’s father told me he’d kill me if I F****d up his daughter’s wedding, but that’s only because he knew me.

Hey, Annette–that weekend plan sounds so luxurious (except for the catatonic TV viewing until your eyes bleed). It’s good to delve deep into some pampering. Bravo.

by the way, the “yippy dogs” episode of “project” was wonderful–some people appreciate small dogs and small men, and others apparently do not.

as far as guys being maids of honor, i’m with bj, bring it on–in addition to wearing obnoxious clothes (and let’s not forget, dyed to match shoes) they should be forced to attend those horrible bridal showers given by the bride’s aunt (you know, the ones where you’re all supposed to bring your words of wisdom for a successful marriage on an 8 x 10 sheet of paper for inclusion in the “special” album (this from a group of women who have either never been married or married more than once or twice or very bitterly married only once, but no longer) and one of the ladies insist on making a “bridal bouquet” out of all the ribbon from the gifts “for luck”–what do people do with that s***?) maybe more dude maids of honor can change all that–you know, bridal showers at a strip club or just a simple kegger.

i hope everyone has a wonderful holiday weekend. i will be incommunicado as i am determined to finish season one of “24″–here’s the visual–annette in cotton pjs with worn blue robe, sitting hour after hour, mesmerized by the large plasma screen, three whole days slowly passing, moving only for pottie breaks and to make another bag of microwave popcorn, sprite cans piling up, dog whining for food, answering machine beeping message after message, knocks on the door from concerned friends and family members being met by a brusque “GO AWAY”, having to replay the last 10 seconds of dialogue missed because of the intrusion…finally finished, monday afternoon, ahhh a shower, hot meal, returning the 5 dvd’s in my possession, putting them through the night drop, hoping, praying that i have the strength to walk away, not open the door, not pick up season two, disc one–NOOOOOO, help me, please, someone help me.