So, I have to find…

…a dress for a grown up dinner thingy. Oh hard. I loathe formal occasions. I hate getting dressed up. It’s a work function. Yes, damn straight I’ll be claiming whatever I buy on tax under dress_work_thingy_have_to. The dress is one thing but I then have to look at getting hold ‘em up and in, suck it up ‘foundation garments’. Why don’t they just call them fat strangulators? That’s what all the elasticised stuff does.

So, I expect I’ll buy a black, classic dress ‘cause I have nifty black shoes. But seriously, I rather turn up in boots… “and blame it all on my roots…”