New Hope is having its annual Spring Fling tonight. I have no idea exactly what this means nor do I know what to expect. I only know what it means for me: a new dress, shoes, and jewelry to match. I’m also aware that my purchases in preparation for the event will mean having to ask Tom for more money, as I have depleted my “expense account.”
I have a feeling this news won’t go down easily because as good as my husband is with numbers, he is clueless when it comes to inflation, not to mention what it takes to look good. Being the kind of woman he wants me to be, looking the way he wants me to look, isn’t cheap.
I plan to break it to him at the actual black-tie charity thing. He should be in the mood to receive this kind of information, given the nature of the event. It’s a fair assumption
