**Warning: pregnant women, those with a delicate constitution, individuals who were recently immunized or had abdominal surgery, Tea Party members and anyone drinking a diet Coke at this very moment may wish to look away now. **
As you might recall, Fancy here wasn't terribly hip in high school. I never got invited to Homecoming. Good thing since it might have interfered with my Science Team competitions. Yes, I was that awesome. I did, however, go to Senior Prom. My mom helped me pick out a great dress. It was white and black and had a big (I'm talking 2 feet) bow across the middle. It was actually supposed to look like a wrapped package (oh, I don't think she realized the implications of that, dear Mom!). I looked fabulous. And my date was lead trumpet in the band. We were, quite possibly, the coolest couple there. (And by "couple" I mean "Science Team squad members.")
Anyway, searching for some way to get in on This Mid-30's Life's meme "Frocked" I came across some fabulous prom dresses. Did you know there are whole websites dedicated to bad dress choices? Yes, that's how rampant poor taste has become. In fact, when I'm done writing this I'm going to go downstairs and ask the Nanny to teach the children the meaning of the word, "tacky." And whether they go to prom or compete at the Periodic Table competition, I'll make sure they have a good stylist.
So, back to the point. The one dress that made me actually laugh out loud, pee myself a little and nearly vomit at the same time? Here you go. There are no words. I've nothing else to say. You're welcome.
