I know we have some others of Chicken, with her camo-punk olive green dress, and, she looks spectacular. (All her doing. We had a classic mother/daughter poutfest because she asked me to do her hair, and, well, my hair was brushed, and that’s not really much of a qualification.)
Anyway, my dad took them both shopping on Thursday night and it was really a blessing. Mate doesn’t do dress up– he’s owned two suits, both of them worn a couple of times and fed to the moths. He also doesn’t do Big & Tall, and my own dad is 6′ 4″, much like Big T, so he’s got sort of an idea of what looks good, and how it should fit, and T looks, if I say so myself, ravishing. (You can’t even see his new black Converse–the ultimately perfect finishing touch:-)
Squish was much disappointed not to be going to a dance on her own. I was asked to do her hair and to put on her ‘dancing dress’ from the tickle trunk, and generally, I’m fearing the moment she needs me to be a girl, because we’ve already seen how badly that turns out.
I felt sort of bad last night, because I went to lay down with the little kids, and, as so often happens, ended up fast asleep myself. Chicken got home and I didn’t have a chance to talk to her, but Mate said she was REALLY tired. Well, she took the PSAts, played a soccer game, and went to a dance. I don’t expect to see her until noon, really. Or, well, I wouldn’t, but she’s got another soccer game at 8:55. Oi! She’s happy they’ve been losing HUGE, because otherwise, she’d have four, and since her team has NO SUBS, that’s just a little too much soccer, even for the faithful.
And other than that, I’m picking up my Alexa (mom) to take her to my grandmother’s for sort of a belated birthday ‘thing’ today. It’s exhausting–but worth it, in a way.
Anyway, take it easy… I’ll keep you all posted on storm updates when I can.
Amy
