They being the groomsmen. And that my friends, is where I draw the line. I was fine with the cow costume and unitard for the engagement party. A little annoyed, but fine.
Now if they had mullets and “pedophile staches” (as they like to call them) to begin with, then that would be one thing. Mr. Strawberry and I would have known what we were getting ourselves into. But growing them out SPECIFICALLY for the wedding–irks me.
I’m not one of those girls that is constantly saying “This is MY day”. I just don’t feel that way. It’s about Mr. Strawberry and I, our family and friends. But the boys want to be the center of attention and have our wedding photos circulated around the web–their mullets and staches front and center. Over my dead body.
I’ve come up with a brilliant idea to foil their “brilliant idea”. I’m going to let them grow their hair out. I’m going to support it. And then, I’m going to roofie them and shave their heads.
hahahha! why not invite them to get their hair done on the morning of with you and the gals. then give specific instructions to the hair dressers to give them a prompt haircut. yeaaaaa!