Three Stoogettes and a Bridezilla

I told you I'd finally get around to this. Hell! I'd better say this is Darcie since my name isn't in the title! The weekend after Labor Day, Beth, Steven, Debbie, Robert, Jim and I all headed over to Texarkana for Olivia's sister's bachelorette party. Now none of us knew her, but Olivia was the matron of honor and wanted us there to lighten up her sister who had been a real bridezilla throughout the preparations. We took the guys because Olivia was paying us to shoot it as a video and they were our camera crew.

Aren't we playing with fire? I had asked Olivia when she approached me about doing this. She sounds like she is as much of a sour puss as you used to be, no offense.

None taken. I deserve it, Olivia said back with a giggle. She was actually the more easy-going of the two of us before I got to know you better. I was as bad as our mom, but she was always the good sport. I think it's our mother. She has her on her last nerve.

I had talked to Sylvia on the phone and told her we had some games planned for her party, but we wanted most of it to be a surprise. To my surprise, she didn't press me any further.

We'd just seen Olivia and Jared at Mud Fest on Labor Day weekend. It was so much fun watching her act like a total fool covered head to toe in mud all weekend with the rest of us. We even got her to compete in the Mud Queen contest this year. None of us won, but it was worth going through it again to watch Ashley hand over her crown to the new winner wearing a beautiful pink pastel ball gown we'd found at the formals outlet, only to be nonchalantly tossed face-first into the mud pit! I've never seen her happier, but then again, I've never seen her after she and Pete havewell, never mind!

We dropped the girls off with Mom and Dad on Saturday morning.

Don't get into too much trouble, Jim said as we left.

These three? Mom said with a sarcastic tone. Impossible!

Now I've told you before that even though they never cease to get into mischief they never seem to get into trouble because the stuff they do is so damned funny. Also, I can never be hard on them because half the time instead of being the parent, I'm more like the crazy big sister who put them up to it. If you'll excuse one of my famous tangents, and I promise I won't take too long, I'll tell you about one of those times, although I wasn't the guilty one this time. Dear, sweet, Auntie Ashley was the one who put them up to this one!

Now, I mentioned in another story the reservoir out near Southfork Ranch where they filmed Dallas. It's called Lavon Lake and has several parks with beaches. We were headed there for a picnic and to play around in the water when Jim suggested we take the Southfork Ranch tour. Now Jim is MUCH OLDER than I amSplat! He hit me with a blackberry cream pie! I deserved it. I guess seven years isn't that much older. Anyway he was old enough to remember the show when it was on. I was five when it went off the air and only remember Mom watching box sets she bought. Like most people who have tourist attractions in their own towns, I'd never been. I'd driven by it a lot, but had never actually seen inside.

Before I forget, Ashley was along. Pete's work had him often busy on Saturday's and despite how she presents herself when she writes about her love life (and getting messy for Pete), she's got a sweet side who loves having three little nieces around. (I should talk; right? I'd die of embarrassment if any of the girls caught Jim and me. Just like I bet Mom would have if she ever found out that I'd seen some of her costumes she'd worn out in the pond for Dad when I was younger.) Our girls are all older than Brad and Danielle's kids Brad and Elizabeth so Ashley gets to play my part as the crazy big sister sometimes. She was doing that today. And just to clarify, Brad is not married to the same Danielle in the Taylor stories.

We were headed to the lake, so we were all wearing clothes that we didn't mind getting wet or dirty, shorts, t-shirts, tank tops, halters, water shoes; that sort of stuff. We had just finished the actual tour of Southfork a when our guide turned us loose to look around on our own outside. I grabbed Jim and told him I wanted to look at the flowers and landscaping. Yeah, I can be a girl once in a while. Besides it was to get ideas for our yard. Ashley, Paula, Carly and Bailey headed off the other way with Ashley carrying our video camera.

Kids being kids, they looked at the animals for a bit and eventually gravitated to the swimming pool. Now there are no signs saying to keep out of the pool, but common sense would tell you that this is a museum of sorts, not a place to swim. Ashley probably knew that, but just the same dared the girls to film a scene from the show, namely a catfight where they all three ended up wrestling in the pool. Well that was what the show was known for; wasn't it? Or was that Dynasty? I don't know, they were both before my time. (Look what I just said! Good thing Jim isn't paying attention anymore or I'd be wearing a thick coating of oatmeal-filled original Nick slime right now!)

Anyway, back to the story so I can get back to the real story: We were on our way to find them and get going for the lake when we heard the commotion from around the corner. The video camera captured it all.

Standing next to the edge of the pool, Paula screamed, You stole my husband! and backhand slapped Carly. Not really. Having a mom and an aunt who are both natural clowns comes in handy when it comes to learning how to pull a bitch slap and how to react like you've just been hit with one.

Bailey ran into the shot and said, No! You stole my husband! and smacked Paula. Those were some of the most comical shots: Paula letting little Bailey get the best of her.

Carly turned to Bailey and screamed, No! YOU stole MY husband! and smacked her.

The girls are all three starting to giggle and you can hear Ashley laughing in the video as she struggles to keep the camera steady.

All three girls grabbed for each other's hair and wrestled on the edge of the water, still yelling, No! You stole my husband! at each other. Paula stepped off the edge and dragged the other two over with her, clothes, water shoes and all.

By now, they're attracting the attention of other tourists who are starting to watch and laugh. This of course charges them up even more. Remind you of anyone? They're slapping each other in the water and still screaming, with the splappee shrieking and throwing her arms back and falling backwards under the water.

This was about the time we heard them.

Oh God, what's Ashley got them doing now? I asked as we both started to run.

We turned the corner just in time to see Bailey backhand her big sister Paula, who jumped up about six inches and splashed under the water and hear Bailey yell, HUSBAND STEALER!

Jim burst laughed through his lips and stopped in his tracks to double over.

Ashley! What in the hell are you doing? I screeched, barely able to get it out before I cracked up myself. Now you see why the girls never get into trouble!

We're shooting a cat fight scene! Ashley replied.

Well it was about that time that security decided to get involved. Two guards came from the house. Now one of them was a pretty red head who unlike a lot of female security you see nowadays, wore a uniform that looked like a lady's uniform: knee-length skirt, military-style blouse, hose and flats. I saw her pause and snicker as she saw what was happening. The other was an older man who didn't appear to be amused at all. How much trouble we got into was going to depend on who was in charge.

What do you kids think you're doing? the male guard yelled. So help me, he sounded just like Walter, Jeff Dunham's old man puppet.

That immediately got their attention and they all snapped around to look at him with the expression of being caught. He scowled down into the water.

The lady guard used a much softer approach. She stood behind the ladder and motioned to them saying, C'mon out, girls. Fun time is over. I could hear the snickering still cracking through her voice.

The girls filed up the ladder, all watching the angry male guard cautiously. I saw his partner cover her mouth and giggle as she watched them. They went over and huddled near Ashley.

Are you responsible for these three? he asked, heading her way. Ashley was so startled she forgot to shut off the camera and it caught all of this. (Yeah, it's on our You Tube channel. It was too funny not to upload it.)

Jim saved her skin. No, they're ours, sir, he said. I could tell he was having trouble keeping it together. We didn't know which was funnier, the girls fighting in the pool or their reaction to getting caught.

We started toward the two guards. Well why weren't you watching them better? the man snapped.

We're both very sorry, Jim said. We let them go look at the animals while we took another look at your landscaping, but you're right. We should have paid more attention. It won't happen again.

You bet it won't! I'm going to take all of your names and you'll be banned, the angry guard replied. Banned from Southfork: Once you've seen it, what does that matter? Well they do host some pretty good barbecues there I've heard.

The female guard came forward as the good cop to calm him down. Sam, honestly, it was just some kids having fun who got carried away. They didn't hurt anything. Why can't we just ask them to leave for today without banning anybody? She shot me an amused glance and flipped her eyebrows as if to say that this was her primary purpose here: To keep Sam from blowing a gasket.

I suppose, if they apologize, Sam said.

Jim made the girls line up dripping wet and each say they were sorry. He did a pretty good job pretending he was upset with them while stifling his laughter. Sam seemed satisfied and turned to head inside. His partner winked at the girls and gave Jim and me another snickering smile before following him.

We ushered the girls and Ashley out immediately after. We'd driven the Blazer since we were all going swimming at the lake anyway so the girls climbed straight into the back seat and Ashley sat on a cushion in the back.

Driving away Jim said to Ashley and me, You two are lucky the guards came out or you'd both have been in the pool too!

Now it is Dallas in the summer and I do love the water, (Duh!), and I have to confess to having the thought seeing them splashing around that Mom might just have to jump in and fish them out, but I decided to play innocent. Me? What'd I do?

You've corrupted my daughters, he said with a grin, taking his eyes off the road long enough to turn around and wink at three little giggling girls in the back seat.

Well if that's the case, I think all three of us are guilty and deserve to be punished for that, I replied.

And we were, letting the girls shove all three of us off the fishing dock near the picnic grounds before we ate, so all six of us were soaked during the picnic. Of course it's Dallas in the summer, so that's a good thing! It just meant that we got a taste of how good the lake felt before we all ended up splashing around in it at the beach for the rest of the afternoon.

Now the real story. Beth, Debbie and I had racked our brains trying to figure out how we could help Olivia, the rest of the wedding party and friends get even with Sylvia for being a bridezilla throughout the wedding preparations. After all, our specialty was doing messy trash the dress sessions with compliant brides who had asked for what we dished out to them. In this case, Liv wanted us to surprise the bride, almost like a messy intervention. I finally came up with a game called Dunk, Slime or Pie. Each guest at the party would write down what she thought was one of Sylvia's bridezilla moments, sign it and place it in a box. Then we would draw out ten names, one at a time. Each person would come up and read her story. Sylvia would get to rebut the story and all of the guests would vote on whose side they believed. The loser would spin a wheel of fortune which had the penalties Dunk, Slime and Pie several times all the way around it plus one section which said Pass which meant the loser got off free that round.

What Sylvia didn't know though, was that everyone there was already in on it and no matter how Sylvia pleaded her case, the vote was always going to be unanimous against her. Also Steven built the wheel and rigged it so that Pass would never come up. If Dunk came up, the winner got five chances to dunk the loser in a dunk tank from a ridiculously close range. If Pie came up, the winner got to hit the loser with a pie. If Slime came up, well let's just say I found a use for that slime machine Jim built when we were wrecking my hotel uniforms that had been sitting dismantled in the garage since last summer. We had to rent a U-Haul trailer to transport it.

We got to the club where they were having the bachelorette party several hours early to set up. They showed us into a banquet room in the back that luckily had a loading door to the outside. The dunk tank we rented had already been delivered so while we three women started filling it, the men folk, (Hey, I'm from the South. I can talk like that if I want to!), assembled the slime machine. We'd dressed it up with some colorful paint and decorations so it didn't just look like nailed together lumber like it did when I sat in it. Olivia came by and told us her mother would be late if she made it at all. I had the feeling that bachelorette parties probably weren't her thing. It was just as well. She already didn't like me because Jared and Olivia spent the Fourth of July with us instead of Olivia riding in the Texarkana parade on the Woman Power float. (No, I wasn't making that up before.) Now I was going to help preside over trashing her other daughter.

We closed a partition between where we were and where the rest of the party was going to start. Then Beth, Debbie and I got ready. Remember when I told Jim I had a pink dress just like the silver-white satiny one I let him destroy in my Welcome Home story? Well luckily Yandy still had them in stock. Debbie got another silver-white one and Beth got a black one. In case you forgot, they are very tight halter mini-dresses that tie in the back. The ties had little metal fixtures on them that connected the breasts to where they tied in the back and the only underwear that would fit under them without lines was a skimpy g-string. Luckily The Three Stoogettes intended to keep their clothes on tonight.








The party started and we waited behind the partition. A waitress came and asked if we wanted drinks. Robert and Steven ordered beer. We women are not big beer drinkers and neither is Jim. The ladies ordered margaritas and Jim ordered a Long Island Ice Tea. This place we were at apparently specialized in bachelor and bachelorette parties, stag and doe's (the new version where the bride and groom go together and have both male and female guests), 21st birthdays and the like and they have themed utensils for each one. Now apparently the waitress didn't tell the bartender that there were three guys back here at this party. Beers don't need straws but mixed drinks are usually served with them and all the margaritas and Jim's Long Island all came out with straws that had aHow shall I put this? an anatomically correct attachment over the end of the straw that went in one's mouth.

Ewwww! Jim exclaimed and tried to yank it off the straw but it wouldn't budge. While the rest of us laughed at his pre-dick-ament, he pulled the straw out and tossed it and drank straight from the glass. Of course the girls all got a kick out of using our straws and we needled Jim about it for the rest of the night.

Yes, I get to tease him too and he's always a good sport. Of course, he always gets even with me. I really got it for this because I had to take the medicine for all three of us. Maybe I'll write about that soon.

After hearing the deafening female shrieking for the male stripper, and fighting the urge to go see, finally, it came time for our game. All Sylvia had been told about was how people were going to read what they'd written about her being a bridezilla. Imagine her shock when we pulled the partition back to reveal the big sign reading: Dunk, Pie or Slime! Revenge on a BRIDEZILLA! Now to help ensure that Sylvia would go along, Liv had bought her a costume so she wouldn't wreck any of her good clothes. It looked a lot like what I wore for The Three Stoogettes in The Slapstick Salon. It was a white bridal gown mini-dress that had a short train that went down to Sylvia's knees in the back topped with a big bow. It had a bodice-style off-the-shoulder top, veil, white thigh-high stockings, (which the tops were still visible), single white and blue garter and silver strappy sandals with acrylic high heels.




I hadn't seen Liv since she'd left to go pick up her sister, but she'd been in a pair of cut-offs and a Cowboys football jersey then. She'd really stepped it up in the wardrobe and rivaled us on the hotness scale. I recognized the dress she was wearing from Yandy. It was my second choice after the style I had on for Welcome Home. It was a bright red halter mini-dress that plunged all the way down to a little diamond sewn into it over her belly button. Everything above that was cleavage. The sides scooped down her back to meet right above her pelvis, (which showed more back than ours), and the sides laced up at the bottom. I know she never wore anything like that during her feminist days! When I saw how it perfectly framed her keyhole heart tramp stamp tattoo, I started to wish that the three of us had worn something that plunged further down in the back. My heart just poked over the top of the fabric. Yes, now that it's been altered, I no longer have any shame about what decorates my lower back. Olivia got to see it, and Jim's matching one, at Mud Fest.




I should have known I was in trouble when you said your friends from Dallas were coming to run this game, Sylvia said.

You agreed that you've been a little hard on at least a few people, Olivia countered, and you promised to be a good sport about it.

Sylvia rolled her eyes, got up and walked over to the chair we had for her. We drew the first name and one of Sylvia's friends described how she had been out to dinner with Sylvia and her fiancTrent and Sylvia wouldn't let Trent talk about plans for the wedding and kept interrupting and correcting.

But he was getting all of the details wrong, was Sylvia's only defense.

Olivia put it to a vote and of course Sylvia lost. Sylvia stepped up and gave the wheel a spin. It looked like it might actually stop on Pass but I watched Steven finger something concealed in his palm and the wheel seemed to speed up past it and stopped on Dunk.

Sylvia gave Liv a comical scowl and climbed up onto the dunk tank. Olivia led Sylvia's friend right up to the target and reached for the bucket of five balls.

Back up or I'm getting off! Sylvia threatened. Olivia giggled back at the crowd of laughing ladies and backed Sylvia's friend up ten paces to where we had actually placed the line. It was still ridiculously close. However Sylvia's friend must not have had much of an arm or upper body strength. She only hit the target on her first and third throws and neither was hard enough to drop Sylvia into the water.

Come on down, Beth told her.

Sylvia climbed down and went back to her chair. The next name was called and one of the bridesmaids told the tale of how Sylvia bit her head off simply because she suggested a different bridesmaid dress than Sylvia picked out. I only asked her to look at it, she said.

Isn't this supposed to be my day? Sylvia offered as a defense.

The vote was unanimous against her. She spun the wheel and it once again came up Dunk.

Not again, she moaned and climbed up onto the tank. Her bridesmaid stepped up to the line and we handed her the bucket. She had some pepper, but none of Sylvia's friends must have even played ball because even as close as we had the line set, she missed the first four entirely.

Sylvia was just starting to breathe easy again as her bridesmaid wound up for her last throw. She let go of the ball and it sailed away with the force that all of the others had. I expected to hear it slam against the back tarp like all the other's had, but instead I heard that familiar metallic clank.

Oh no! I heard Sylvia exclaim as the seat fell out from under her. She attempted to land on her feet and save her blond curls that looked like she'd work hard to get just right, but the high heel sandals gave her no balance and her feet flew forward and let her sink to land on the bottom on her bottom. All of the ladies in the room let out a collective shriek and broke into laughter. Sylvia surfaced looking like a drowned rat and stumbled around before she finally got her footing to climb out.

Well at least I got the first one over with, Sylvia said. The rest shouldn't be as bad.

Water poured from the skimpy bride's costume as she stepped over the side. She didn't even try to hide the white bikini panties she wore underneath and a nice outline of her strapless bra was visible through the white fabric covering her top. Her stockings went from white to transparent.

Trent's sister Trina was next. She told about how Sylvia had shut her down when she had tried to suggest which of Trent's side of the family should be seated together due to feuding.

I thought that everyone might want to try to get along for our wedding, Sylvia said. Of course it did no good. Dripping, Sylvia made her way over to the penalty wheel and gave it a spin, groaning when it stopped on the last pin of Pie before it would have settled on Pass.

We went with simple pies for this. They were all tinted Kool Whip. Trina selected a pink one and stepped up to the bedraggled Sylvia. Just get it over with, Sylvia said, her tone one of defeat. Trina held the pie up next to her head and with a very exaggerated motion, shoved it forward and splattered it into Sylvia's face. She even let her left leg pop as the pie made impact. She pulled the plate away and pie dripped from Sylvia's face. Her expression was priceless. She'd obviously never taken a pie and didn't expect to tonight. Part of her thought it was gross. Part of her thought it was humiliating and part of her wanted to laugh out loud.

I should have known I'd end up looking like this with you arranging the entertainment, she complained to Liv. Was it possible that Sylvia knew all about the changes in Olivia?

Sylvia sat back in her chair while pink pie dripped down her front and landed where the little skirt bottom of her costume poofed out.

Ironically, it was Olivia's name called next. She was Matron of Honor. She told us all about how Sylvia had gotten irate at the florist over how the flowers she wanted were not available locally and would have to be shipped in at extra cost. She nearly reduced the poor sales clerk who was only doing her job to tears.

Sylvia started to say something and then just got up and headed for the penalty wheel.

Aren't you going to try to defend yourself?Olivia asked.

What's the use? Sylvia asked. Everyone's voting against me anyway. Besides, I really WAS a bitch that time. I deserve this one, but I did go back the next day and apologize to that girl.

Sylvia spun the wheel and started to get into the game. C'mon dunk! Momma needs washed off! She threw her hands up in a defeated, What the hell? gesture when it stopped on Slime.

Oh well! I asked for it, she said with an eye roll and walked over and sat down in Jim's slime machine.

Olivia walked over and took the rope Debbie offered her. She turned to face the seated women and gave them an excited expression. Then she turned back and slowly pulled the rope. Sylvia scrunched up as she heard the first bucket begin to tip over. The collection of ladies collectively gasped and then began to laugh as the first drops of classic Nickelodeon green slime, oatmeal and all, came pouring down over Sylvia's head. With her hair already plastered down by water, she didn't get the usual deflection that the girls on the videos on line get. The slime rolled off of all sides of her head, instantly covering her face and then pouring on down her front to puddle in her lap. More wicked down her veil and then on down her back, spoiling the pretty whiteness of the mini-train on the back of her costume. Sylvia sat there looking totally defeated, as if she realized that the game was rigged but she saw no way out other than to play it out until the end.

The green slime stopped pouring and Sylvia cleared her eyes and wiped her face with her hands. She had nothing to wipe her hands on as her entire outfit was covered by green chunky slime so she just flipped them to get as much off as she could. Then she went back to her chair.

I pulled another name and read it and it was another bridesmaid. While the first bridesmaid's story was from when they went to pick out the dresses, the second one had a story from their fitting. Sylvia threw a fit because the dress shop had accidentally matched the wrong color hose with the dresses. Easily fixed, but Sylvia made a big deal because she had to wait a few extra minutes and they needed to get to the bakery.

You should have hired a wedding planner, the bridesmaid said. I can vouch for that.

Sylvia's excuse was that everything had gone wrong that day, but the crowd didn't buy it, by design of course, and Sylvia was sent back to the penalty wheel. Pie it said again.

Of course, Sylvia said sarcastically. I get dunked right off the bat and now I can't get clean!

The bridesmaid picked up a blue pie and stepped up to Sylvia. Sylvia clenched her eyes shut and waited.

Splat! The bridesmaid came around the long way with the pie and really let Sylvia have it. Blue-tinted Kool Whip went everywhere and broken crust crumbled down her and settled on her bare cleavage and caught on the top of her dress. More blue cream was in a pile on the top of her head. Her guests were dying.

Go ahead; laugh it up, Sylvia said after clearing her eyes and wiping globs of it off. This time she wiped her hands on the dress, getting them as clean as a dressed drenched with green slime could.

I called Trent's cousin Jeanie's name next. She was the mother of the ring bearer and also had two other children who originally weren't going to be allowed to come because Sylvia had demanded no children. It wasn't until both the ring-bearer's and flower girl's parents had threatened to pull them both out that she relented and said that parents could bring their kids. (This is something I feel pretty strongly about myself. Don't have little kids in your wedding party expecting all the other parents to leave theirs at home with a sitter.)

Sylvia really couldn't defend her position because she'd already relented. She slumped her head and trudged over to the penalty wheel and actually brightened up when it said, Dunk. I think of the three she minded the water the least.

I could use a bath anyway, she said over her shoulder climbing up the side of the tank.

Beth gave Jeanie a bucket of balls and she started to throw. Apparently nobody had much in the way of an arm or upper body strength. Jeanie missed throws 1 through 4 and didn't hit the target hard enough on 5 to pop it.

Dang! Sylvia exclaimed from the hot seat. I want to go in and I can'tAhhhh!

Sylvia sunk under the surface of the water still screaming, unprepared for the seat to drop out from under her thanks to Beth pushing the target herself. Despite the water turning cloudy, we, and all of our cameras, could see the skimpy bride's costume ride up to her stomach and flash us her white bikini panties. She surfaced and yanked the bottom of the skirt back down as soon as she got her wits.

Well I guess I asked for that, she said leaning over the front of the tank. At least I got washed off some.

Some was relative since the green slime had already soaked through her white bride's costume. Getting the bulk of it rinsed off just left her outfit a pale green.

Four more! I said as Sylvia climbed over the side of the tank and took her seat dripping cloudy water everywhere. Who will it be?

Crystal, another one of Sylvia's friends, was the answer. She was also upset about the original no children rule.

Do you have a different argument for that to convince our jury? I asked.

Sylvia scowled, but with a grin to soften it. If she'd been a bridezilla it wasn't because she was the same sort of uptight woman Olivia used to be, because it was clear she was starting to have fun taking her medicine for it now. She got up without speaking, went over to the penalty wheel and gave it a spin. It stopped on Pie. Sylvia didn't wait for anyone. She simply stepped over to the pie table, picked up a green-tinted Kool Whip and shoved it into her own face to everyone's amusement.

That's fine, sis, Olivia said, but the rules say that the other person is supposed to hit you with the pie.

Sylvia growled through the coating of green Kool Whip covering her face and dripping down her front, but made no attempt to stop Olivia from escorting Crystal over to the pie table where she selected a purple-tinted pie and slammed it hard into Sylvia's face who stood there with her hands on her hips.

Sylvia was sent to the slime machine for a coating of blue and then pink for the eighth and ninth envelopes. Then Olivia walked over to me and said, For the tenth penalty, we won't be drawing. Sylvia's darling fianc Trent has sent in his response by proxy.

She handed an envelope to me and I read, Trent says, 'Just name me a groom anywhere whose bride didn't become a bridezilla.'

All of the ladies laughed, although I would have liked to dispute what he said. I thought I was pretty sweet through the entire process! Splat! Apparently Jim is listening again. It was chocolate cream this time.

Despite telling on themselves, the vote was once again unanimous for Sylvia to suffer the penalty. She spun the wheel and Slime came up for the third time in a row.


Sylvia threw her head back and groaned, Argh! but trudged right back to the slime machine and took her seat. Acting as Trent's proxy, Olivia took the rope from Debbie and slowly pulled it to tip the next bucket over. Thick chocolate poured from the bucket and rolled over Sylvia's head and down her body. Understanding that at this point defiance was no use, Sylvia leaned her head back and let the luscious chocolate roll over her face.

We were all fixed on watching Sylvia take her punishment and no one noticed the door to the banquet room open. What the hell are you two doing? said the party's newcomer

Who is our new party guest? Find out in the conclusion: Bridezilla vs. Momzilla