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Foiled Again

So the Rabbit came down with a fever, and The Prince decided not to risk our going out. Yep, cooled my jets at home watching dust collect on the satin shoes. Oh, and launched a fairly decent row with The Prince.

It's not that I desperately wanted to go to the black tie event -- wouldn't have known anyone. Raining last night. And I was worried about The Rabbit. Still, I would have liked him to offer another night out with me and my carefully created creation.

What did it take for me to pull this all together?

1. Haircut and highlights (first time in 4 months...)
2. Shopping trip (see below)
3. Arranging babysitter (sounds silly, but not easy task for me)
4. Attempt to scrub inch-thick callouses off heels (backless shoes)
5. Self-manicure (I know, I know) on day The Rabbit decides to play with glitter glue

What did The Prince do? Put on suit.
After I told him that I was disappointed, that it took a lot of work for me to get ready he said, (drum roll please) "You need to get out more."

What do you think? Week of silence? or Drinks with the girls every night next week?

Comments

Kate B. said…
Week of silence AND drinks with the girls every night next week...

Can I just ask, MM - how often does the Prince go out with his buddies, and how often do you go out with your girlfriends? And how often do you manage to go out together?
12:58 am
SJ said…
It's my first time here so i didn't know all the players' names. When you said "The Rabbit came down with a fever," I kinda thought you might be pregnant. hah!

Thanks for the link, ladies. I'll reciprocate shortly.
3:34 am
Bec said…
So unfair.
I confess, my kids have had very handy "fevers" and "vomiting" for many occasions I simply didn't want to attend... but I have trouble seeing it as karma when they really are sick and I can't go out!
2:47 pm
Kate B. said…
Hi SJ, thanks for visiting and commenting. Pregnant, personally, I live in fear... Can't comment on behalf of MM - maybe that's the seed for our next post.
Hey Bec, totally, but I have to say that I think it all comes back to bite you on the bum in the end!
1:10 am
Suburban Turmoil said…
Yep... You should totally get out more. As often as possible. I only wish my husband had said that to me.
6:49 pm
Manhattan Mama said…
I would say the Prince heads out about once a week. Me? About once every other week -- probably less than that. Together? Does a trip to the financial planner count?
5:22 am
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