making other plans."
~ John Lennon
Which explains a lot.
I shopped for seven hours yesterday with my daughter–1-2-3-4-5-6-7– looking for the Perfect Dress for her presentation on Homecoming Court. Because I loathe shopping particularly when there’s an A-Gen-Dah, in light of the fact I’d rather bathe in a vat of vinegar, locusts and double-edged razor blades (go with me people…stream of consciousness…the first three yicky things that popped in my head), I am now officially a contender for Mother of the Year (after losing status a squillion times since January from all my mother-flaws).
We found The Dress. A coup. Story to follow when pigs fly when my reader is clear when I figure out WordPress after I murder my Inspired Bliss and Blog Nosh bosses for subjecting me to WordPress one day, hopefully soon.
Is that you and your daughter? You’re so CUTE!!
Two years ago, when I was vastly pregnant (and I do mean VASTLY), I spent about that long shopping for a prom dress with my hubby’s little sister, who was living with us at the time. Finding things that they like, and yet are modest and appropriate and not $500, is rough.
I can hardly wait for the story.
Seven hours is a really long time! I hope you had adequate snacks.
And the picture…does that mean you have FOUND the link cord (kicking myself for not taking pictures myself!) If so, would you be so kind as to e-mail them to me?
I L.O.V.E. those orange glasses. Very sassy.
And once again I say- “Thank you God for giving me boys!” Nuff said!!!
Hee Hee- I HATE shopping too!
Take a deep breath and let it out
S-L-O-W-L-Y bliss-tah!!!!
Well it LOOKS like you had a great time. Can’t wait to hear the story. WordPress. INSANITY.
How fun! I can’t wait for those days. Enjoy the fun while you can.
Take it easy breezy!
You and your daughter are beautiful! You have such a special bond! I miss those days, as my daughter is now 22.
what fun, i anticipate those days (not look forward to, cos then i’d be wishing time away and i love the princess stage we’re at now). cute glasses 😉
and the dress had to be approved? was it “the” perfect dress??