This morning my flat iron ironed itself to death...halfway through my hair. Half my hair is fine. The other half is crazy.
And of course, because I am wearing an actual blouse for once, I had to buy one that gets food on it when people are eating three rooms away and wrinkles if someone in another state moves around.

Also, I would like to know who thought shoes with heels were a good idea? Random person, I would like to say, "you suck".
The party will be a lot of fun, and I am not really put out, but I will say that the sooner I am back in a comfy sweater and my combat boots, the happier I will be.