ERICA: We have a battle royale brewing that is seriously reaching standoff, Hatfield vs. McCoy proportions. Greg just flat out refuses to ask his future groomsmen to be groomsmen, despite the 67 reminders I’ve given him.
Greg (on left) and his two best friends – who’d probably
love to be in the wedding party if he’d ask.
I want him to just ASK THEM ALREADY. When I gently asked for the 68th time whether he popped the question to his sister’s husband last week at the Passover seder, his response was “I forgot.”
How do you forget something like that?! Why does asking your friends to be a part of your wedding party present such inexplicable, beyond my comprehension challenges?!
When faced with these questions, Greg says “I don’t know.”
Have you ever had one of those moments where you were so frustrated you were tempted to bang your head against the wall while simultaneously slamming your hand in a drawer and biting down on a rope? Me neither.
I’ve given Greg two weeks time to officially do the deed. If he fails to meet that deadline, I’m outing the groomsmen!