My husband came home today and told me that the company he works for has decided to have a very upscale Christmas party for the employees and their spouses (or significant others). It's at a very upscale restaurant that I've never stepped foot into and it's a cocktail party. Now I have a reason to work through the holiday junk and continue to make my muscles hurt. Because hurt, they do.
But it hurts SO good.
And I'm going to buy myself a new, sparkly dress. Hopefully a size or 2 smaller.









