Wedding Planning - RP for grtpmpknblvr

[loveswhiteshoes]

Sally beamed and spread the magazines over the floor. She was sitting in front of the couch, several dozen publications opened and staring back at her. Reaching out, she grabbed a page and ripped it out.

Carefully, she placed it in a bright pink folder labeled 'BABBOO & SALLY = <3 4-EVER

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[grtpmpknblvr]

He was completely ignoring everything she had to say. There was a hockey game on television that, to be honest, was boring, but it was better than listening to her prattle on about wedding cakes and dolls.

"Yeah, whatever you want Sally," he said, not even glancing down at her papers. "It's your wedding, I'm just along for the ride."

And then the last thing she said clicked. "No." He turned and looked at her in horror. "Mariah Carey has no place in our wedding!"

[loveswhiteshoes]

Sally frowned up at him, leaning into 'full-pout' mode. "But, Babboo, I've dreamt of walking down the aisle to that song for years!"

"Hmm..." She cocked her head to the side, thinking. "Maybe if we just got the instrumental version? But, you know...with the 'do do do do do's. Those are important, Babboo! They're part of my dream."

Sally stood up and began twirling around, 'do do do do do'ing...in front of the telelvision. She wondered how long it would take him to either sigh and get up to go to the store or glare at her. Either way, her Babboo was so cute when he's irritated.

[grtpmpknblvr]

He tried his best to ignore her. His head tilted to the left, then to the right, and finally he gave up.

With a sigh, he shut the TV off and just watched Sally. It still made no sense to him exactly what would change just because there would be a ring on her finger but she looked happy. And excited.

"Your dream involves pink monkeys and baby unicorns," he pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "I'm still saying no."

[loveswhiteshoes]

"I never said baby unicorns," she countered, then stopped and looked off for a moment, deep in thought. Her face lit up and she looked over at him, her mouth dropped open. "Ohmigosh, Babboo! Baby UNICORNS! BABIES! We could get teensy little stuffed ones to hang on the sides of the chairs! You know...how they ususally do with flowers?"

Sally bounced and clapped her hands, then waved his concerns about the song off with a swing of her curly hair. "Hmm...I suppose if you don't want Mariah, we could always go with Kool and the Gang's Celebration."