Spoiled rotten

I had an EVENT last weekend (not the weekend just finished but the one before that). It involved a potential identity crisis and SG making plans that I didn't get to know about. The only think I knew what what I was going to wear. And SG is very good at that kind of thing so I wasn't too worried about our evening.

What I was worried about was the dress. For starters, it was red, which is not a color I wear in large quantities. And it was one of those unforgiving sorts of fabrics that will show every wrinkle and wriggle and if I was going to appear in public in it as a God-fearing woman, I needed to make a few preparations. So it's been a goal for the last few months to get ready for the dress. (Okay - that's totally not me but a little bit of motivation isn't a bad thing, right?)

It was a great evening. I was as ready for the dress as I will probably ever be, and the flowers he brought home (sans kids, who had been farmed out for the night) were gorgeous. I'm not allowed to give out all the details because SG is afraid enraged husbands everywhere will come after him for setting the bar so high but let me just say that it involved: no "control tops", diamonds, flowers, dinner at a wonderful new restaurant, fiddlers, chocolate and Scrabble. I found out too that it involved hiding newspapers for a month and receipts for awhile. But I can forgive the deceptions because the end definitely justified the means.

It was a perfect evening.





( Potential crisis averted...)