My husband, Garth (not his real name) works for a bank. Don't worry, he's still a really, really nice guy.
In fact, his customers think he's gosh-darned decent enough to switch from the much BIGGER bank he used to work for.
Previously known as, "the bank that shall not be named."
Now, he works for a small local community bank and I often times joke about my being married to George Bailey (look it up, youngsters) oh, and how my husband is REAL GOOD with OTHER people's money.
Still, I decided to invest in a new dress for their holiday party, seeing as I wore the same dress for the last 2 years and, even though I'd be hard-pressed to remember what the heck anyone else wore (unless it was REAL shiny or SUPER short!)
I took my 16 year-old dress shopping with me, just in case.
Okay, so it is a bit shorter and a whole lot shiny-er than I would have picked (did I mention, the kid is 16?)
Still, it was nice to be able to dress up and pretend like I know how to walk in heels, without fear of breaking my neck, climbing an elegantly-carpeted-and-ever-so-winding-staircase, on the way to the bathroom, for a few hours anyway.
Aaaaand, we had a really, really great time together (see pic at top of post) UNTIL!!!!
"BAH!!!! WTH??? THESE STUPID LIGHTS WERE WORKING YESTERDAY!?!"
When my husband, Garth (not his real name) tried to quickly finish putting up the Christmas lights before heading over to my parents' house for dinner and, well, have you seen the movie Christmas Vacation, yet?
"Maybe, I shoulda done a drum roll, or something?"
[blank stare]
George Bailey, meet Clark Griswold!
[sound of crickets]
I blamed the kids, don't judge.
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24 responses to “George Bailey Meets Clark W. Griswold, Jr.”
You looked beautiful!
I mean, you’re always purdy, but…va-va-voom!
You looked beautiful!
I mean, you’re always purdy, but…va-va-voom!
You looked beautiful!
I mean, you’re always purdy, but…va-va-voom!
You looked beautiful!
I mean, you’re always purdy, but…va-va-voom!
You looked beautiful!
I mean, you’re always purdy, but…va-va-voom!
You looked beautiful!
I mean, you’re always purdy, but…va-va-voom!
You looked beautiful!
I mean, you’re always purdy, but…va-va-voom!
You looked beautiful!
I mean, you’re always purdy, but…va-va-voom!
Thanks, Melisa. Aaaaaand, I didn't even fall [knocking on wood until knuckles bleed] <—– since I'm wearing the same outfit to another party on Saturday night.
Thanks, Melisa. Aaaaaand, I didn't even fall [knocking on wood until knuckles bleed] <—– since I'm wearing the same outfit to another party on Saturday night.
Thanks, Melisa. Aaaaaand, I didn't even fall [knocking on wood until knuckles bleed] <—– since I'm wearing the same outfit to another party on Saturday night.
Thanks, Melisa. Aaaaaand, I didn't even fall [knocking on wood until knuckles bleed] <—– since I'm wearing the same outfit to another party on Saturday night.
Thanks, Melisa. Aaaaaand, I didn't even fall [knocking on wood until knuckles bleed] <—– since I'm wearing the same outfit to another party on Saturday night.
Thanks, Melisa. Aaaaaand, I didn't even fall [knocking on wood until knuckles bleed] <—– since I'm wearing the same outfit to another party on Saturday night.
Thanks, Melisa. Aaaaaand, I didn't even fall [knocking on wood until knuckles bleed] <—– since I'm wearing the same outfit to another party on Saturday night.
Thanks, Melisa. Aaaaaand, I didn't even fall [knocking on wood until knuckles bleed] <—– since I'm wearing the same outfit to another party on Saturday night.
You look very festive, and what Melisa said… purdy!
You look very festive, and what Melisa said… purdy!
You look very festive, and what Melisa said… purdy!
You look very festive, and what Melisa said… purdy!
You look very festive, and what Melisa said… purdy!
You look very festive, and what Melisa said… purdy!
You look very festive, and what Melisa said… purdy!
You look very festive, and what Melisa said… purdy!