It turns out the sausage casing situation is a little more desperate than originally anticipated. This morning my cousin and I thought we'd try the wedding dress on (together in the sense that we were in the same room, though not in the same dress) to re-assess the ill-fitting situation. Once zipped in, she noted that the dress was not tight at all in any area other than where my ribcage was trying desperately to expand in an effort to provide oxygen to the rest of my body.
"The good news is," she said,"that you will be able to eat at the reception, but the bad news is that we are going to have to remove your bottom ribs."
Does anyone have the contact information to an inexpensive plastic surgeon in the borderland area?
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