Stealth mode, ladies and gents!
Because I've found it.
The mother ship. The heart of the beast! The source of ridiculousness!
What geniuses they are. Choosing a crappy run down building in St. Paul posing as a government building. I would never have suspected! But as we were applying for our marriage license, I spotted them!
So heres the plan! We all get a bunch of ski masks and stink bombs and tacky wedding bell decorations and cheap tafetta and homemade dresses and and non matching colors and cupcakes (since those are soooo two years ago) and when they are least expecting it... WE ATTACK!!!
We'll turn WIC headquarters into Tacky McTackerton Central! They'll never recover! Not even Queen Bee M. Stew will be able to coordinate the mess we give em!
(And in other news, I need more sleep.)