Last night I snuck out for this:
So here’s what happened. I had just finished my take-out and was sitting on my couch in my pajamas with soaking wet hair around seven o’clock. I had big plans for the evening, which included my new book and a hot cup of tea. What can I say? I live on the edge. Anyways, Almanzo calls and tells me there is a big slice of almond cake and a glass of Cabernet with my name on it at the fancy shmancy Kendall-Jackson National Sales Meeting dinner.
I don’t turn things like that down.
“When do I have to be there?” I panted into the phone, throwing clothes around and up in the air while I searched for a suitable cocktail dress.
“Ummm…twenty minutes? There’s cake here.” He said. He always gives me great advance notice for events like this.
My hair was wet. I had coffee stains on my t-shirt. I WOULD NOT FAIL. There was cake on the line.
I don’t know how, but in a matter of twenty minutes I dried and straightened my hair, put on my make-up with a great smoky eye emphasis, put on a swanky cocktail dress and heels and even changed my nail polish.
The end result was worth it!
Let it be noted that while that looks like candied bacon on the cake, it’s actually candied toasted almonds. It was delicious.
This morning I drove though this:
To get this:
And now I’m stuck at the Honda for two hours while my car is serviced. Ahhh, the glamorous life I live.