Joel and I spent almost all day yesterday in bed. And not in a good way. We've both come down with some crud (sore throats, achy-ness, snot, good times!) and needed to marshall our resources for the date we've been planning for literally months.
We got dolled up and went out for Lane Hunter Dance's amazing production of Psyko. Joel's a Board Member of Lane's non-profit and was (obviously, given the subject matter) a consultant on the Hitchcock remake. We love Lane and his show did NOT disappoint. It was totally worth the pain of this dress (and the corset required to squeeze me into it).
Every time Joel dappers up and puts on Le Suit (which cost more than his CAR), I somehow manage to forget that I own a camera, so last night I went out of my way to make sure we got some pictures. I mean, we're not exactly getting any younger (or thinner) over here.
My favorite part was when Joel told me he wanted me to wear my "red dress," and I was all this one? Or this other one? How about THAT one? Of course he meant my Joan Holloway dress from last Halloween. Because it's the sluttiest. But I own 25 dresses. A lot of them are red.
Today Joel is feeling a little better and I'm feeling a lot worse, so he's making me chicken soup from scratch. (We've been hoarding roasted chicken carcasses in our freezer for months now). I'm trying to give Genoa some more face time, so that's exactly what she got this morning when I let her pick what she wanted to do with me. I let her do my makeup. Then she insisted I do hers, even though I would never in a million years let her out of the house before hosing her face off.
I'm seriously behind on my word count this week, but I'm still in it for the full 50k. I'll just have to make up for lost time after I drop off the kids tomorrow...