My daughter K made homecoming court. There is something very hilarious about me, the biggest geek and anti-social student at both my high school and at UA, having TWO daughters that made homecoming court. So I am watching this procession with a bit of "take that" glee and appropriately humble gratitude. LOL.
This week was a whirlwind. We had Tacky Tourist Day, Career Day, Roaring 20s day, and finally Dress-up Day. Thankfully K is not overly conscious about the outfits, but she IS very conscious about what her friends think of her. So the stress came from discussions about friends. Plans were made and dressses were bought. And not bought. Thursday night, we start trying on the dresses for Friday (3, count em, 3), and one of them tore miserably. And the zipper didn't work. Then, we realized we had no shoes for her on-the-field dress. So what's a mom to do? I played the dance instruction videos on Comcast and learned the booty pop. Seriously. I mean, I'd had a couple glasses of wine, so it seemed appropriate. Then, I sat down and started putting hooks in the spots were the zipper was supposed to work. Up til midnight. Tried it on the next morning and it was kind of a disaster.
So, after working a half day, I rush to the mall and bought three pairs of shoes from some dude who seemed really helpful, but overly so. Then ran through Belk and found the perfect dress for the pep rally in, like, 10 minutes. What was the point of doing all that shopping? Stupid!
I got to school. Pep rally was great. Homecoming parade was great. Went home, changed, and went to the game, and her dress and new shoes were gorgeous. Then I went home and passed out while she went to Applebee's.
Both of my girls are all that and a bag of chips.
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