Today Janet & Doug (Sam's parents) are renewing their vows. Since I am basically adopted by them, I count as family. And so I'm part of the wedding party. In fact, I'm the flower girl (yes, a sixteen-year-old flower girl; I understand that typically they're like, two). However, Janet's not having any regular old renewal of the vows. No...she's doing it medieval style. And so she's made medieval costumes for the all of the wedding party. And since I am, indeed, part of the wedding party, I have a costume to wear as well. In Janet's wedding, I am not a flower girl. I am a wench. yes, that's right. I am the wench. At the reception, Sam and I have to do a Barbie Girl routine and also do the dance from Superstar to "The Power" ("I got the power! And I'm the lyrical Jesse James! Woohoooo!"). I have to wear my hair down for the actual wedding part...and it's so annoyingly thick...and that church is so hot...and I already have approximately seventeen bajillion pounds of clothing on...gah. I'm done. I'm going to go make taquitos & get fatter.