Husband and I hate our daughter. We are evil parents sent straight from hell to torment her. We want her to have a non-existent social life and to be shunned by her peers as if she were a leper. She has informed us of this because, we are, BOTH of us, chaperoning the Homecoming Dance on Saturday night. I was thinking of this look for my dress, what do you think?
No? Are you sure? If I am going to be a demonic evil parent to my teenage daughter I thought I should do it properly. Well, alright, if you insist. I will go with something less eye-catching. Daughter has requested that we dress in clothing the same color as the paint on the walls of the school gym and stand very still against the wall at all times.
Husband was toying with the idea of renting a baby blue ruffled tuxedo but the cost was prohibitive. (As in it would cost money - rather than be totally free like the slacks and shirt from 1987 that are hanging in his closet. They're from The Oaktree, remember that store in the malls back in the day? Yeah, he doesn't get dressed up often.)
Now I have to dig my cattle-prod out of the closet to have justincase some nasty boy wants to dance with my precious daughter. What? Husband wanted to borrow a shotgun, I think a cattle-prod is a good compromise....