Mood:
Lennie and I have been invited to a dinner party tonight. I was excited about going because the woman cooking the food is a gourmet chef. She owned a Restaurant in SC and worked as a chef on cruise ships and private yachts. The excitement dwindled last night when I got a call from my old boss at the pub. The message on my voicemail said that the dinner was going to be dressy. UGH! At the moment I don’t own a dress. Okay that is a lie. I have my Marine Corps Ball and my Renaissance dress but don’t think either of those would be appropriate. So now after work I have to run and buy a dress. DOUBLE UGH!!!!
It is not that I am opposed to being “girly”. It is just that my legs are usually riddled with bruises, cuts from briars that I have to walk through at work, mosquito and tick bites. Not to mention that I am a pasty white girl who's legs are so white that I am sure the glare could guide Santa’s sleigh.
Why can't fancy dinner party attire consist of blue jeans and a nice top? Now I will have 30 minutes to get to the mall, find a dress, and get home in time to get ready to go to dinner. If Lennie was driving I wouldn’t be so stressed because Lennie is ALWAYS late so I know I would have a few extra minutes to get ready. But Annie has offered to drive so time will be tight. Maybe I can leave work a little early tonight.
At least I shaved my legs this morning.
Updated: Wednesday, 27 June 2007 11:52 AM EDT
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