Awww...

My dad wanted to invite me to dinner tomorrow, but he wanted to make sure I didn't have a date. Gee Dad, I would have cancelled if you would have just asked. But of course I don't have a date. Why would I have a date? I guess if you count Gertie...

Mr. D stopped by drink celebrations last night. I guess that was a date. It was enough of a date that my friends were cracking up about the fact that I managed to swing a date to my divorce celebrations.

In my fire engine red strappy dress.