What to do, what to do.
-finish packing for the imminent move (nah)
-clean this house so that it once again resembles an inhabitable place (whatever)
-paint Sienna's bed (like she'll know the difference)
-throw out the tremendous amount of garbage in the garage (can't the new people do that?)
-mow the lawn one last time (not in the mood)
-weed the flowerbeds (the people buying this house our friends of ours afterall)
-or any of the other 22 gazillion things that I need to do before we move, which is in about 12 minutes.
WAIT! I KNOW WHAT I CAN DO!!!!
Go shopping for a prom dress!
Yep, you heard me right. Bizradicus and I are chaperoning on Saturday night and can I tell you how much I LOVE GOING BACK TO PROM??? It's so weird but even as a ahem, 32-year-old, I still get excited for one of the most torcherous high school events of all time.
And it doesn't just happen to me because get this; Brad was in meetings all day yesterday and he called me at about 4:30 and said "I know this is strange, but Deidre (another teacher) and Charlotte (the vice principal!) want to know what you're wearing to prom." Seriously? I LOVE IT.
So it got me thinking and since I've already packed all my nice stuff (ie church clothes) I decided that I would have to go and buy something new. After dropping three of the five off at their respective schools, I took the other two to find me some new digs.
WHICH I DID! A dress, in a smaller size than I expected (BONUS!!!!) that actually looks quite cute on me. It's not fancy, not really prom-like at all, but I am supposed to be a grown-up. I've already got great shoes to match but I'm sure I'll be scrounging around for some jewlery. And do I have time for a mani/pedi? Sometime in between laying a tile floor, moving, going to Spencer's piano recital and prom? I'll let you know.
Even better than all of this is that on the way home, new dress in hand and singing at the top of my lungs to Me & Mrs. Jones, the thought actually crossed my mind that I needed to check and see if Brad had a tie to coordinate with me. 'Cause we totally get prom pictures. For free. Awkward posing included.
Oh. And I totally hope my corsage matches my dress.
I'm so nervous.
What if he tries to kiss me?
Do I let him get to second base?
Oops, wrong prom.
But just as much fun.