Prom dress shopping!
If you've been reading my blog for a while, you know my feelings on prom dresses.
"Look, these boobs cost me a fortune, so screw the dress and just showcase the boobs."
But DD was invited to the prom, so off we go. It shouldn't be terribly stressful (for me) because I've made it clear that since I paid for the whole she-bang of the junior/senior dance, this prom is on her. Dress, shoes, hair, accessories, and so on. I'll just be along to drive the car, giggle unmercifully, and shuffle aimlessly through the racks of dresses.
We've asked Dave to come along, but he'd rather go sit in the disgusting steam room at the YMCA. I'll bet they talk about prom dresses in there, too.
It's a wonder that my daughter doesn't disown me.
Five soccer games tomorrow, and it's opening day. Hooray!