Last night was the cocktail party at Karen’s house. I was very excited but Röbert just about ruined my fun by talking about saving money and budgeting the entire day. So tedious. I decided I had better not wear the new dress I bought on Friday, so I took something (also new, but sort of looks like something else I used to own) out and put it on. When Röbert asked if it was a new dress I said, “No.” and was able to take the moral high ground all night.
I think I looked pretty great.
I couldn’t lie about the suit I bought for Röbert to wear, since he knew it was new, so I told him I had gotten it on sale at Sears. LOL! Men can be so gullible. He still didn’t want to wear it (too flashy), but he looked very dapper.
When I got to the party I was surprised to discover that I was the guest of honor! Karen is so grateful to me for finding Beefeater and she even wanted to get a special picture of us together. Unfortunately Beefeater kept cowering as if he was afraid of me. So strange. We did finally get a cute picture together.
I don’t remember much of the night after my second mojito, and I woke up with a terrible my grain again. Today I just took it easy and let Röbert play Papa Bear!