Tonight was the Change of Command ceremony. Scott was generous and gave me exactly one week to find a dress, make a hair appointment, make up and accessorize. I was unable to schedule any of those appointments. However, I did find the time to MUSCLE my way through a pedicure (yes you read that correctly). I consider having a pedicure once every six months or so as my "exposure" therapy. Thankfully the staff at Nails by Jacki was accomodating to my fears. I also got my second manicure done there too. Boom badda bing (and no vomit! Woo hoo)
I dug out an old dress, which I hesitated wearing. It's ten years old and let's face it. It doesn't and will never again fit me the way it did ten years ago. Found some awesome shoes on sale. Had my first Mystic Spray Tan experience so I didn't go stark white! Did my own make up and hair as best as I could considering I have sick kids and was unable to get a professional to do it for me ('cuz let's face it, I need professional help here). So all of this I went through only to learn that my date was to wear the tackiest suit out there. The men were not to leave the house tonight until their wives told them they would not be seen in public with them. Once they hear that as a response, they are dressed appropriately for the night.
LOOK what I ended up being escorted by. Sad thing is, we matched too. There has GOT to be a law against that!