After spending one week limping around shopping malls for a dress and shoes for our annual fund raising event at Mara-lago, and not finding anything under $400 that I'd wear (and that's before needed alterations), I'm on my way to the gala right now in full defiance mode, wearing a $89 beach dress with orthopedic sandals that I just took out of the washer and dryer, no jewelry, no nail polish, no special hair, and whatever lipstick I find in my purse and can put on in the car. Fuck 'em. This dress feels nicer than a nightgown, needs no special undies, and I can eat all night in comfort. While the other ladies' spiked heels will be getting stuck in the grass (I'm remembering last year), I'll be cruising around fat and comfy. My co-worker's daughter brought back some Lush body butter from Italy. I smell fantastic. This is as good as it gets. I think I might even fun.