So we didn't have our act together tonight.
We attended a fabulous, one-of-the-best-Christmas-parties-of-all-time, and Chase was all-dolled-up. I mean, SUPER cute. And we didn't get a picture.
Chase was really funny at the party. It was at a posh restaurant and after she got over the initial fear of the man in the red suit and excessive facial hair (not that I blame her), and warmed-up to the lady who made the most complex balloon figurines ever, she decided the bathroom was her favorite room. Not only was it quiet and a perfect echo chamber, it also had water - lots of water - that came out of a sink with a sensor. Chase became totally and completely transfixed.
So I spent half the party in the bathroom. And when I realized we would not be leaving the bathroom anytime soon, I decided it was time to go home.
So we left the party - at like 7:47 p.m. - and both agreed it felt like 11 p.m. - we're SO old!
