Oh yes kids....I'm going to a BALL tonight. It's for Jag's work ** groan **. It's at the Zoo for some fundraiser thingie.
I am just NOT ( did I mention NOT ) the "BALL" type. I'm more the Lucille Ball type. What does one wear to these things?? Luckily, it snowed last night ( oh yes, Minnesota spring is a riot ) so I can wear one of my winter dressy get-ups. Jag, naturally, bought a tux. Now...I'm thinking....why buy one when you can rent one?? But he looked at me like I was Lucille Ball. *shrug*
So kids...it's either have a root canal or go to THE BALL... I am voting for the BALL since I get free food and drink and the stinkin' dentist doesn't provide that.
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I can't think of many things worse than going to a ball. Grown ups don't call things "balls" - I mean - at least sane ones don't.
Just think - when Jenna gets married in 15 or 20 years, Jag will have a tux! HA HA HA
Ahhh - it won't be so bad. Probably. Nothing says fun like a ball with monkey cages nearby.
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