Trying on clothes is trying

I’m not a big shopper; clothes to me don’t make the man. I wear clean clothing to work and get them dirty/sweaty in the end result day.
Last night I was fitted for my suit for Traces wedding, what fun! Ladies, until you have Sam the Taylor sliding a measuring tape in areas you don’t feel comfortable you will never understand…. And don’t give me the “well try the gynecologist” routine please. I really am kidding ladies; don’t hit me with hate mail.
It is just a boring ordeal to stand there while he yanked on sleeves and checked the cuffs and shoulders, after 20 minutes it was over and done with. On to better things, the bachelor party plans. Of course Wayne and I made necessary arrangement of “special guests”. Trace wants to start out at Hooters, which is fine with me, at one point this weekend he is having a wedding party on the houseboat that he sings on during the weekends.
I spoke to Jacks early this morning and his suit is ready to rock for him as well, he’s gone down two sizes when G sees him….yeah.
Trace and I will at some during the week be moving him and Michelle into the apartment they found. It’s a cute one bedroom set up, only temporary until they find a home they both like. Michelle of course has the most to move in; I think Trace might have a truck full of personal items.
We are doing our best to include little Julie in the whole process, she’s a flower girl in the wedding along with Lori. Over the last two years she’s become very introverted and didn’t wish to be a maid of honor. If it were up to Lori, she would be front and center doing a dance and a cheer.