Party dress

I walked in the door last night to find this styrofoam cooler in our entryway.

Grandma and Grandpa Davis sent us Omaha Steaks for Christmas! 🙂

Merry Christmas to me!

Oh okay, and Brad too.

Filet mignon….yum, my very favorite cut of beef.

Did I mention that they also sent us four pieces of cheese cake?  Be still my heart.

Dinner wasn’t much to brag about but merely an excuse to show off my new place mat.

I bought a bunch of singular place mats on Cyber Monday from Crate and Barrel.  Place mats make photographs prettier.  But I don’t want to spend a ton of money buying enough for a crowd.  So, I took advantage of their sale and bought blog-friendly place mats.

When I say it wasn’t much, I’m not kidding.

I toasted a piece of Ezekiel bread and topped it with a Trader Joe’s Masala burger that I also topped with yogurt sprinkled with red curry and garam masala.  I also roasted half a head of broccoli and dipped it in Trader Joe’s lentil masala dip.

I’m a walking ad for Trader Joe’s.  Seriously, where’s my cut?

My dinner is kind of blah, but at least it has a pretty backdrop. It’s kind of like when you go to a party just so you can wear a new dress.

Speaking of dresses…

I’m about at my wit’s end with Nordstrom.  I paid a visit to my local store three weeks ago to buy a cocktail dress for Brad’s company holiday party, which is this weekend.  They didn’t have my size so they said they would order it and have it sent to me (I feel like I’ve rambled about this before, so I apologize).  I called last Friday to see what the deal was; it had been two weeks and still no dress.  I called last night because, there was still no dress.  Apparently they had to order it again. I do not have a lot of faith in them at this point.  According to the person I spoke with, I should get it by Thursday.  If not, I’m going on a dress finding excursion on Friday and someone at Nordstrom in Charlotte is probably going to be met by a very angry customer who wants her money back.

I’m getting kind of nervous at this point.

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