So I get invited to this shin dig for my girlfriend that just made Captain in the Navy. I'm really proud of her and her accomplishment and I now fondly call her "Captain." She tells me it is the Nurse Corps birthday event and her husband does not want to go as he wants to go to a Harley motorcycle event. So I agree to be her date. But wait.....what do I have to wear???? A dress!!! Awww man....I hate dresses!!! I don't even own a dress!!! I haven't worn a dress in years!!! Gag!!!
I have been a tomboy my entire life and as I said in prior posts, I could wear blue jeans 365 days a year and be totally happy. Since I have worked in construction, never really go anywhere or have occasion to dress up, this usually works out great in my little life. But not this time. A dress...great...now I have to go and try to find a darn dress.
When I was a kid, my mom would make me wear a dress when we would go visit people. I would cry, and pout, throw a tantrum and go hide under the bed in the stupid dress. I wanted to go play kickball or climb a tree or build a fort with the boys, not sit all ladylike in a dumb dress being bored! This is me at age 9 in my favorite outfit. ;)
My good friend, Lyd, spent an entire day with me helping me try on dumb dresses. She told me she hadn't laughed that hard in years. Of course it may have been the fact that I wore black socks that day and left them on with the dresses. She said, "Shell, I will never be envious of your small size again. While this has been hysterical, it has also been awful trying to "dress" you up." Don't I know it.
We finally found this dress in the teenager section and I figured we should go with it as it fit OK and Lyd didn't fall over laughing.
pudd'in out of my knee!