Party

I just finished the last of my e-mail conferences, so I’m FREE for the rest of the weekend!  My sister MB and her kids arrived late last night, and we went for manicures this morning.  I can’t do any housework now or I’ll ruin my pretty nails. 

I’m SO excited for my folks’ anniversary party tonight.  I’ve been working a toast (I’m generally nominated to do toasts and eulogies by my siblings.  I gripe, but as Neal pointed out, I’d be peeved if anyone else did it.  MY job.  MINE.  I like public speaking, especially when it’s in praise of loved ones) and think I’ve got it, as long as I don’t cry at the part when I say "your devotion to each other has been the foundation of our lives." 

I better not cry, because if all goes well in my beautifying, I’ll be wearing these.  I wouldn’t want tears to make them fall off, now would I?  I told myself all month that I wasn’t going to buy a new dress, but then I tried on this with this, and I had to have them both. I loved this, too, so it came home with me.  I was all smug; I thought I had the perfect black heels to wear, but they have silver on them, and I don’t have time to shop for new shoes, so I’m going to wear my high heel patent leather boots that go to my knee.  With fishnet stockings. 

I’m sporting a new hair-do to top it off.  I’ve got a red streak in the front, and lots of length was chopped off.  I’m learning about the glory of the curling iron and am tempted to run to the drugstore for hot rollers so I can get this look.

If I pull it all off, I’ll post a picture so you can see me glammed up like a rock n roll superstar, which, seriously?  Totally what I am.  You know it.  I know it.  Now the world will know it.

I hope.  Or maybe I’ll look like I got into my mom’s makeup bag and it didn’t go so well.  If that happens, no picture.