A Consolidation and a LBD

I took my third test.   It was uneventful; I got an 86.  Not great, not horrible.  Sigh.

I have one more “short” exam before the two “long” exams.  Just for giggles, I casually flipped ahead last night to the first long exam.  My eyes scanned the first page in a way that said “I don’t expect to see anything interesting here,” when BAM.   My chin dropped, my eyes widened, a sharp intake of breath – in the middle of a rather innocuous-looking page loomed these words:

OFFICIAL NEW YORK CITY EXAMINATION

 
I hurriedly flipped to the second long exam.  Again, the words:

OFFICIAL NEW YORK CITY EXAMINATION

Score, baby.  Can I get a woot woot?

So, we are revising our original schedule.  I’m blowing off Exam 4 (because I can) and am combining 5 and 6 into one super-exam.  It will probably take me 3 hours (I am a supposed to allow for 6) and there will certainly be much weeping and gnashing of teeth.  Somebody needs to warn Thor.

Speaking of Thor, this Friday is his company’s Christmas party.  It’s going to be held at a lovely resort; there will be fancy cocktails and dancing; a good time will be had by all.  Being Kat, it didn’t really occur to me that I should think about what I was going to wear until, oh, Sunday.    You see, to say that my wardrobe is “limited” is like saying Lindsay Lohan is “troubled.”  My company’s Christmas party is Thursday, and we are all leaving directly from work, so everyone will be in jeans.  This type of party I can accommodate.  With growing apprehension, I mentally scanned my closet and asked Thor what the dress code will be for Friday.  His diplomatic response:  “I guess it’s a ‘little black dress’ event.”  Houston, we have a problem.

 
I do own a dress.  It’s a white eyelet lace sundress.  I wore it once and thought I looked ridiculous, so I never wore it again.  I then remembered the GORGEOUS red dress I bought on my 42^nd birthday, a little over a year ago.  It’s now at least 3 sizes too big.  I recall giving it away, now that I think about it; two non-options there.  So, last night I did something I’ve never done in my entire adult life.  I spent my Christmas money, my gift from my parents, on MYSELF.  No bill paying, no buying groceries, no buying stocking stuffers for the kids, which is what I usually end up spending it on.  I went to the mall, bought a Little Black Dress (in a Medium, thank you very much), some black heels that might end up being the cause of my first broken collarbone, and some black hose.  Thor is going to pass out, I guarantee it.   If he doesn’t, he may wish to fake passing out to soothe my vanity.  I will have a full report for you on Saturday.

Now I just need to remember where I put my Spanx.