Emily Summers CD/TV
Another dress disaster
So how is this lovely dress possibly be a dress disaster? Well bear with me and I will regale you with a tale of woe as old as time itself…
We were packing for a two day event and my wife asked “what about the dresses?” My answer? “My dresses are in the car! Your dress is still on the back of the door. Don’t forget it.” What my wife heard... “Our dresses are in the car. Something, something, something. Forget about it”
Can you foresee the upcoming calamity?
Well I couldn’t. Not until about an hour before the ball when my better half asked me… “so where is my dress! You said they we all in the car!”
Oh dear… the absence of her dress did not go down well and neither did my pointing out that I had four dresses.
This led to her going on an emergency shopping trip during which she phoned me to say… “I’ve only found one dress that suits me. And it’s £95. IS THAT OK!!!”
“Yes’ yes it’s OK, it’s OK buy one! Buy several! Buy a whole fleet of them!”
A despite the sudden emptying of my purse I was still in the dog house but at least I know she won’t hold this against me. I know it because once she’d calmed down she told to forget about it and that she would never mention it again. And she obviously meant that because she brought it up and reminded me that she would never mention it again several times on the night and many times since.
I fear she’ll be reminding me that she’ll never mention it again until the end of time itself…
Another dress disaster
So how is this lovely dress possibly be a dress disaster? Well bear with me and I will regale you with a tale of woe as old as time itself…
We were packing for a two day event and my wife asked “what about the dresses?” My answer? “My dresses are in the car! Your dress is still on the back of the door. Don’t forget it.” What my wife heard... “Our dresses are in the car. Something, something, something. Forget about it”
Can you foresee the upcoming calamity?
Well I couldn’t. Not until about an hour before the ball when my better half asked me… “so where is my dress! You said they we all in the car!”
Oh dear… the absence of her dress did not go down well and neither did my pointing out that I had four dresses.
This led to her going on an emergency shopping trip during which she phoned me to say… “I’ve only found one dress that suits me. And it’s £95. IS THAT OK!!!”
“Yes’ yes it’s OK, it’s OK buy one! Buy several! Buy a whole fleet of them!”
A despite the sudden emptying of my purse I was still in the dog house but at least I know she won’t hold this against me. I know it because once she’d calmed down she told to forget about it and that she would never mention it again. And she obviously meant that because she brought it up and reminded me that she would never mention it again several times on the night and many times since.
I fear she’ll be reminding me that she’ll never mention it again until the end of time itself…