I’m trying to get motivated to do something more fun than housework. We have a cocktail reception tonight which requires
three of my very least favorite things.... lots of people (who Himself will know, but I don’t mostly), a cocktail dress (the worst clothing option ever... I own exactly one dress, which I bought for my daughters wedding. So, easy/only choice), and pantyhose (super worst). Maybe mixing will distract me. Right now, I’m just working myself into a panic attack thinking about going tonight.