I'm Going to the Ball!

Okay, it's not really much of a ball. It's more of a super-casual army drink-fest, and I'll be the designated driver! But we have a sitter and I'm getting out of the house without my kids for a few hours! Woo hoo!

It's been a busy week, but I'll be back before Monday with outfit pictures and a weekend recap. Stay tuned!

Comments

Frostbite and Sunburn said…
To the "out" place - how exciting, I went there once!!

Have a blast!
December 10, 2010 at 9:50 AM
Judy@judyfriendphotography.com said…
Hip hip hooray!!! Have a blast! Don't call home to check up because you know you will then feel guilty! Looking forward to pics.....
December 10, 2010 at 10:20 AM
Unknown said…
Hurray! I hope that you have a wonderful evening!
December 10, 2010 at 10:52 AM
Anonymous said…
Have a great time! :-)
December 10, 2010 at 11:04 AM
Nezzy (Cow Patty Surprise) said…
Oh Cinderella have a wonderful time at you ball!!! It's good to get out without the kiddos every now and again!

God bless and enjoy yourself sweetie!!!
December 10, 2010 at 12:38 PM
Glenda said…
I remember getting to go out! Out...what a wonderful word. Enjoy!!
December 11, 2010 at 2:17 AM
Melanie said…
Have a wonderful night!
December 11, 2010 at 3:40 AM
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