Last weekend Ron and I had a formal "do" to attend. I spent much of the weekend before shopping for the right dress (fashionable, sexy - but not too sexy). So Friday comes and I hurry home from work so I would have time to showere and do my hair and make-up before going out. Ron gets home, changes too and off we go.
We get down town and stroll up to the party location - only to find the entire building completely cloed up and dark. So now we walk back to the car and call Logan (who happened to be home on break and actually at the house for a change) and ask him to go look at the invitation. Sure enough - right there in plain english - the date of the party - Saturday (not Friday!).
I actually found it quite funny - and told Ron we had a "dress rehearsal".
So now I need to decide if I am turning blonde or if this was a "senior" moment. Personally, I vote for going blonde!
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I still like DAd's version. The one that ends with ,"Ï still don't understand women."
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