PICK A TITLE: You Know What I Hate? or Pretty in Pink

You know what I hate?

I hate it when I'm driving my boys to basketball practice and I get off at the same exit I usually do, but someone has switched all the landmarks to the next exit.

Grrrrr . . .

You know what else I hate? When I come out of Costco and there's some guy sitting in my car. So I walk up to the car and I'm like "DUDE, why are you sitting in my car? And what have you done with my dog?" Some people think it's cute to switch cars with you in the parking lot while you're in Costco eating samples. 

I also hate it when I go to the temple and they've switched the zipper from the back of the dress to the front of the dress without even telling you. Until you're walking around in public. And they have to send some sweet little worker lady to give you the memo.

I hope you don't think I'm a hateful person though. There are things I lub too. Like being a prom mom. Eeeeeee! Prom is tomorrow night. So. Ex. CITE. eD.

Best thing about Prom is that my daughter is wearing a pink dress. 

She's wearing pink! She's wearing pink!

Wanna see? I just picked it up from the dry cleaners.

You don't understand how monumental this is. Not only that I took something to the dry cleaners, but also that my daughter is wearing pink.

See she's been boycotting pink since she was a little girl. Don't ask me why. She's just a weirdie like that. Being a girl who refuses to wear pink is kinda like one of those Mormon mommies who refuses to drive a mini-van. It makes too much sense. 

Except that pink is girly, and my darling daughter refuses to be an adverb. Until now. (hee hee) 

Her dress from China didn't arrive on time so she had to either beg, steal or borrow. Being the goody-two-shoes that she is, she chose to borrow. And her choices were pink, or pink.  

The cutest part was that she was embarrassed to tell her date she was wearing pink. Hello! She's a girl. He's a boy. To a boy, girls are PINK! Am I right? Or am I right? But still she apologized to him. For being a girl. Luckily he didn't seem to mind at all.  

Just between me and you, I have never ever seen my daughter look more beautiful or gorgeous or exquisite than she does in that pink dress. Which is why I'm so excited. I can't wait for her cute date's eyeballs to pop out of his head so I can say, "I MADE THAT GIRL!" 

Last night she let me gussy her up. I got to paint her toenails, and her fingernails. PINK. And she let me pluck her eyebrows. She even let me practice her make-up. I did one glam eye and one smokey eye, and let her choose. She didn't like either, so I did a natural eye and she loved it. 

The only downer about prom is she is refusing to wear heels. She's never worn a pair of heels in her life and she's not about to drive a mini-van now. Not even for the prom. Oh wells, one step at a time. 

So in Utah the Prom is an all day affair. They do a day date and a night date. The day date is something fun and creative and casual and guess what my daughter is doing? 

FESTIVAL of COLORS! 

This is my daughter's PERFECT date! 

If you wait right here I'll be back tomorrow with photographic evidence.  

Gotsta go. Prom mom's need their beauty sleep too. 

P.S. Guess what I got in the mail from my dental hygienist today?

A postcard that say, "Smiles are a gift in any language." 

Hmph! 

Last P.S., but not least P.S., Guess where I took my family for FHE this week? 

CUBWORLD! Woooohooooo!

Cubworld's trumpet player is Aaron, and I knew him when. 

When he didn't know how to write a research paper, thats when. But I took care of that. 

Here's my daughter and her friend, Megan standing outside the Velour in Provo after the show.