I’ve got sequins in my pants

Something terrifying is happening.

Prom season.

I’ve lost count of the dresses we’ve tried on.

I’ve lost count of the miles we’ve walked around the mall.

I’ve lost count of the number of sequins I’ve found in embarrassing places.

(Don’t ask.)

The dresses are gorgeous.

Frankly, I want to get one for myself.

I can wear it while I cook sloppy joes for dinner.

I could wear it while I shop for groceries.

Why not don a gown for my next tennis match?

Let’s not conform to society’s rigid dress codes, people.

Alas, I just want to find a prom gown for my daughter.

Rumor has it that a handsome young man might ask her to be his date.

She’s going to be furious with me for posting his picture, but here it is anyway:

Granted, I’m not too thrilled about the ripped jeans.

But look – he’s always prepared if his date is thirsty after a dance.

Okay, now here is your very special assignment…

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Tell me a prom (or dance) memory.