Yay for upgrades!!!
We are very happy with our verandah, I can't wait to see it all.
Enter long winded story of the two dresses, skip if you have heard this one before.
I have a floor length dress and a cocktail dress. I am not a dress girl most of the time, but this year DH was on my brother in law's wedding, and they were wearing tuxes, so I bought the first cocktail dress because it still was a day wedding.
Fast forward, the wedding gets closer and we have a scheduled stop at WDW in our way down to Miami area. I catch a killer cold days before going down, I try my best to treat it, and seems to be getting a bit better. We take off and 30 mins away from WDW DH asks me if I remembered to pack my dress. I am running a slight fever, and I think he is just pulling my leg, since he was the one doing the packing while I was under the heavy influence of nyquil, so I laugh it off... nervously

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Well... he wasn't joking, he "forgot" the dress as in: He thought I would go into the closet at the very last minute and retrieve it...

yeah... it is funny now, but believe you me, my fever suddenly spiked and I was a crying near hysterical mess.
Finding clothes that fit properly for me is a near mission impossible, we took a detour into the shopping outlets, I was sweating so much, it looked like I had stepped in from the rain when it was sunny and beautiful outside. I was in no mood of trying things out, I was dizzy, tired, sore all over, had a runny nose and looked like death warmed over.
We stopped at around 6 stores and had zero luck, went to the PopCentury and checked in. I was so sad and frustrated I just passed out.
The next day DH was still extremely apologetic

he called my sister in law, my friends, and everybody told him he was lucky I was sick enough so i didn't have any energy to kill him

and if he didn't find me a dress, they'd kill him for me instead.
Anyway, we drove the rest of the way to Dade County, got checked into the hotel there, and told my brothers in law we were off to buy a dress. They insisted on tagging along... and while we were at it, they wanted to go pick up the rings and the tuxes with the other grooms men. GAH!
Picture this: I am sick, tired, still rather frustrated

and here comes team grooms men in full force. After running their errands we finally made it to the mall... me... DH... and 10 other guys... Juuuust what I needed... 10 guys to wait on me while I try and find something to wear. And of course they are having a grand time, they are boys and they are all hanging around.
Finally we manage to loose them by asking them if they are hungry. They are ALWAYS hungry, so we send them off to Pollo Tropical... THANK YOU Pollo tropical!
After another 2 hours (compounded to the prior 4 with my posse), we find a floor length dress.
And that is the long story of how I ended up with 2 dresses. Tah dah!