Southern-fried Chick Lit—funny, true and heart-warming—about three generations of Southern women trying to survive a wedding without bloodshed, if not emotional trauma. It's "Bridget Jones" meets "Steel Magnolias." Granny Lila is trying to keep her romp with the widow next door a secret; as she tells one of her granddaughters, "Your momma don't want me to have a dog, what do you think she'd say about a boyfriend?" Lila's daughter, Barby, runs the best beauty shop in town. Four days before the wedding, she gets a letter from Mattel threatening to sue her for copyright infringement. Barby knows three things: that she was named B-A-R-B-Y ten whole years before Mattel introduced their little plastic bimbo; that her former boss and main competitor in town, Gladys Moreland, is the one who set her up; and that she picked the wrong week to quit smoking. Oldest daughter Scarlett is the over-stressed soccer mom to two rambunctious boys. Scarlett just can't understand why no one in her family understands how hard she's working to make her little sister's wedding absolutely perfect. Bride-to-be Ellen is the sweet if scatterbrained baby of the family. She's nervous about facing the invasion of her Yankees in-laws, including a mother-in-law who's allergic to everything and a lecherous father-in-law going through a mid-life crisis. Middle-daughter Kate is the one who fled the small hometown for the big city. Now, her boyfriend has left her, the tattoo on her shoulder isn't hidden (as she'd hoped) by the hideous bridesmaid dress, and her mother is making her go to Wednesday night supper at the church she hasn't voluntarily set foot in for nearly ten years. She's desperately hoping that five little blue tablets of Valium will keep her sane at least until they cut the wedding cake.