It really isn't one of lofty proportions.
I have a black dress that I bought from the White House|Black Market (or is it White Market, Black House? I always forget.) outlet. I bought said dress for my friend Jenny's wedding, but I ended up buying a more Christmas-sy, cupcakey dress because I thought I fit the occasion more appropriately (Jenny got married around Christmas). Even though I kind of looked like a Christmas Cupcake in dress 2, I stand by the decision I made to wear it.
Which leads me back to dress #1. This dress is a little more, well...va-va-voom...than a dress I would normally buy. I tried it on at Black Mar...er...that stupid store...and showed it to my mother-in-law.
"You need to buy this dress," she said. "It looks good on you."
And I was sold.
When I thought about taking it back (after I purchased the Cupcake Dress), my mother made me try it on.
"I like that dress better. You need to keep that dress."
And I was sold again.
Now, however, I have a dress nice dress that is sitting in my closet with the tags still on it. It isn't a church dress.
It's a "hey I wanna look nice for a date out with my husband" dress.
It's a "hey, I might be in my 30s, but I can still wear this dress!" kind of dress.
It's a "hey, I'd better not eat too much, or my food baby might show!" kind of dress.
Here is a picture (I can't believe I found it...how on earth do you Google "White House Black Market Black Dress...?):
After I thought about where I could wear this dress, I had an epiphany.
My ANNIVERSARY is coming up.
Then, I had another epiphany.
"Um, what am I gonna look like in that dress? I ate a whole box of Cheese Nips last week!"
Then, I happened to remember my friend Beto. Beto is the creator of Zumba. My friend Beto is colorful and sparkly.
Okay, he isn't the real Beto. He's the Beto for the Wii.
I'm pretty sure that the Wii Beto (or any Beto, for that matter) doesn't speak English.
|This Beto is a lot clearer than my Beto. I cry foul!|
I'm pretty sure that Wii Beto is wearing a pretty spiffy wife-beater.
I'm also pretty sure that Wii Beto doesn't have eyes.
This has not deterred our friendship, however. I've been taking Zumba classes with him (via a translator) for the past few months. We've become friends. Sometimes he tells me that I can do it. Sometimes I have trouble understand what he's doing. Sometimes when he gives me the "come on, come on" gesture, I start pondering other gestures to return in his direction (all in fun...Beto knows I love him).
I need Beto. I consumed 3.4 million calories last week (I have no defense. Teachers get excited when we don't have kiddies and get to leave the school to eat lunch). Beto needs to get me into dress-ready shape.
So, I've set a summertime goal for myself.
1) I'm going to do a Zumba workout every day until my anniversary.
2) THEN, my sweet, darling, wonderful husband (you reading this, tur...Jerm?) is going to take me somewhere fabulous for our anniversary in this dress. Then, I'll eat an unhealthy amount of ...probably steak. We're going to take a picture. I'm going to make him smile.
3) And then, I will thank Beto - my sparkly, baggy-panted, neon-shimmery angel from above. He will smile over me in all of his Zumba glory.
I'll bet you're about to cry knowing you've wasted five minutes of your time reading this pointless dribble. I'm putting it on the bloggy blog to keep me accountable.
Here I go, yo!