I am super excited. I picked up my ball dress yesterday. I am going out with my mama tonight to get/look for some final touches. I know where I am getting my makeup done and how I want it done. I know what jewelry I want and I have a general idea for shoes.
My only hold up is my hair.
I have no idea what I want to do with my hair. It is getting long and needs a trim but I am TERRIFIED to go get it cut so close to the ball since my hair takes forever and a day to grow out. I have been googling non stop for ideas and can't seem to find one I LOVE. Thank goodness we still have 4 weeks before I really need to worry.
Yesterday husband needed me to bring him the $$ for our ball tickets. Then asked if I would make his lunch and bring that to him as well. Since I had to go to the pharmacy at the Naval Hospital on base and he works near/on the way I was totally fine with it. It was sprinkling/drizzling/raining. I HATE driving in the rain. People here see the water and instantly forget EVERYTHING they learned in driving school. Or manners for that matter. It took me 25 minutes to find parking. When I got out of my car with Monkey it started to sprinkle a little harder...but not really drizzle. Not a single car stopped so we could cross the street. Some guy who was obviously in a rush almost hit me with the door...thankfully his friend saw us and stopped it and apologized. That was the turning point. Some marines waiting in the pharmacy played with Monkey while we waited an hour. When my number was called and I went to grab Monkey to go turn in my prescription the guy said "its okay mam, ill watch him" if it wasn't for the fact that he was a marine in uniform and we were on base I would of said no...but Monkey was happy and so I was happy. Then the guy at the window asked if I had children with me today I said yes my little boy, so he said he would rush my order for me since we had been waiting so long already. 20 minutes later Monkey was giving hi-fives to all his new friends and we were walking back to the car. As I was walking, a car pulled up next to me asked where we were parked and asked if he could have my spot. I said sure and he waited very patiently as I fought with Monkey to get back in his seat and stop trying to wiggle out. It still cracks me up that Monkey calls every marine he sees dada and then as they get closer this look of pure confusion comes across his face as he tries to figure out why they are wearing they same thing his dada is...and then when it really is his dada he gets so excited. Monkey is a dada's boy...completely.
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I demand pictures of said dress (on you - again).
Maybe you should trim your hair and not CUT it? Whatever, You'll look fantabulous regardless.
Monkey is adorable, I shall kidnap him soon.
Do you own a sewing machine? I can't remember. If you do own one, do you actually know how to USE it? I really want a new duvet cover and shams, but the only one I can find in the pattern I want is over 200$. The fabric would be like 40$ to make it, so it'd be cheaper to bribe someone :)
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