Army Wife Toddler Mom wrote a few weeks ago about the hell otherwise known as "THE MALL." Today, I share a portion of her pain. I didn't have to try to shop with two children uninterested in how nice mommy's ass looks in the mirror... but I still had to go dress shopping...

Why would I torture myself in such a horrendous manner? For very good reason...

In less than a week I will continue the celebration of the Marine's 230th birthday by attending a Marine Corps Ball. And you know, I can't possibly think of a better way to spend a Thursday night. Single little me + a room full of Marines in full blues = GOOD TIMES. But I digress...

My red dress does not quite flatter me the way it once did so I had to resort to the back up - a black dress also hanging in my closet. It fit but it was not what I was looking for. It was more appropriate for a business gala than a military ball. Thus, a trip to the mall was in order.

Before I left I swore I would not spend a dime on another black dress. I did not want a black dress. While classy and timeless, black is boring and unadventurous. I refused to fly across the entire country just so I could walk into a room wearing the same color as half the other women there. I am going to this ball to make an enterance, dammit! I would not wear black unless I absolutely had to.

1 afternoon, 3 department stores, 1 shoe store, 20 dresses, and 10 pair of shoes later, I returned home with a decent ensemble I think I can use to flirt away the night.

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and it's black

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