We had big plans, wistful dreams for a quiet evening and a 1900 bedtime. But then I tried on the dress I was meant to wear tomorrow, the one my dear sistwer offered.
Ugggh this is why I live in sports bras.
We drove with haste to the store, and to my great relief they had a multitude of dresses in the colors I was asked to wear for the party tomorrow. I grabbed all I could find and ran to the dressing room, only to wilt as dress after dress was tried then quickly discarded.
This probably would have been much better if I had just figured things out on Monday, when I found out the dress code.
HELLO WORLD WHY AM I SO LAST-MINUTE-Y AND FALL-APART-Y AND HARD-TO-DRESS-Y?
These things are easier to handle on my own. I hate when I mess up other people’s wishes. Especially A’s.
Tanks sistwer for all the advice — tanks A for being really nice — tanks boom for sugar and spice.