We had a dinner to go to tonight, hubby’s nephew graduated high school and the celebration was held at a local restaurant that specializes in good southern cuisine. Getting to go out on someone else’s tab is always great, but it’s made ten times better by going to a place that has cole slaw, fried catfish, greens, and fried dill pickles on the menu. Mmmmmmmm, fried dill pickles! I’m drooling all over again.
Since we don’t go out much and it was a celebratory family event I decided to dig into the section of my closet where I keep Dresses That Rarely Get Worn. These are the dresses I pick up because they looked too damn good on me not to buy, and then later have to *find* excuses to wear them. They always seem like a good idea at the time, even if I do get annoyed at having to dust them from time to time. But tonight I had a real excuse to wear one, and I picked a little strapless number that has been longing to see the light of day for a couple months now. I found a pic online, so picture this, only it’s the version with a navy blue print and ribbon instead of red.
So given that I had such a cute dress, I had to go all out on the hair and makeup, and by the time it was all over I could almost pass for a real live female, and not just someone’s mom. I get the kids ready, and we meet hubby and his family at the restaurant. The comments started right away- “Oh wow, look at you all dressed up!” “Wow, a dress AND heels, got a hot date tonight??”. I admit I was basking in the compliments. The twenty minutes it took to hot roll my hair was totally worth it.
There was one thorn in my side during all this, from the most unlikely source- my husband. I know it’s petty, I know it’s stupid, and I know it’s out of character for him so I should let it slide, but damnit, if I go to the trouble of spending forty minutes to get ready for an event, for YOUR family no less, I EXPECT YOU TO TELL ME I LOOK GOOD!
Like I said, it’s petty, I admit it. The state of my self-esteem should not and does not completely hang on whether he likes the dress I am wearing. But would it kill him to remember to say..something? Anything? Especially when everyone around him is doing so? I’m starting to think the 9 years I have invested in this man have not taught him anything. Because if he hasn’t figured out by now that when I pull out the hot rollers by-fucking-god I mean business(!!!), obviously I have not trained him properly. *Sigh*
I am tempted to show up at his next family function in sweats with no makeup and morning breath, just to teach him a lesson. How would you ladies handle this?