Corporate wifehood
December 6, 2007I just realized: tomorrow is the spouse’s corporate Christmas party. I have things to wear, I have stockings, I have coordinating lipstick. What I don’t have: a voice. Once again my voice has completely disappeared at the tail end of a cold.
So it’s smile and shake hands, I guess. Not that big a difference, really.
(edited to add) Damn it, I sound like a bar hag.
(edited to add) Damn it all to hell, now I sound like a leaking balloon.
I hate the spouse Christmas parties. I hope your Hub’s coworkers are more interesting than my Hub’s. His is tomorrow night too– maybe you and I could just skip the whole thing and meet at the DQ in Coleman for a Blizzard?
I am so there. Screw this grownup crap.
Oh, there’s almost always one hideous dress there that everyone can make fun of.
So it won’t be a complete loss.